I've been here before many times, dehydration, headache, dry mouth, the worst hangover I had in months. Shit, how much did I drink last night, what did I drink to give me such a fucking hang over. Damn it when will I learn, it was the rum. I don't even like rum, what the hell was I thinking drinking rum. Wait where am I. I look around grey walls, its a large room too large to be anything else then a warehouse. Shit I'm sitting, I never fall asleep sitting when I'm drunk. I try to get up, fuck I'm tied to a chair.
I know were I am, there is only one family with enough power left in the city to kidnap me and keep me in a warehouse, the Rizzo crime family, but which one. "Well, well, well, look who decided to wake up and join us! if it isn't our good friend detective Johnathan Baker." says a clearly female female voice from behind me.
