Ignoring Cobra, Calvin continued, “I knew I was going to die. Before he could do anything more to me, he received a phone call and left abruptly. Kyle came to me that night and released me from my chains. He told me to run. I was afraid of what might happen to him, but he told me not to worry about them. I was to go and never come back. So, I used what little power I had left in me to make it to Clem.”
Pit asked, “Why did you know to go to Clem to begin with? He’s a human. What if he had told others about you and your family? Paranormals are supposed to maintain their silence when it comes to our kind, Calvin. For that alone I could take you to the council.”
Shaking his head, Calvin whispered, “Because I knew he was aware of our kind. I was outside in the barn when he was leaving from speaking to my father. He made a call to someone. Telling them that he thought he might have a case of a paranormal serialist that he might need some help with. He was going to get back to them when he had more information.”
Pit’s eyes went wide, “I remember that call. He said it was a mob issue that was looking bad.”
Nodding, Calvin said, “Yes, and he wasn’t wrong. Before coming here, Clem tried to hide me away twice. Each time my father found me and damn near killed me. I was stabbed the first time, before I got away, and the second time I was shot before I could make it to Clem. Bringing me to Drago was our last option. It was the one place I could live without fear of my father finding me, because to come here we use no credentials at all. Your set up is perfect, Pit. Whatever money we make goes into the bank here and then you give us a credit system we can use to buy what we need. Everything is under the D.O.A. name. There was no way my father could find me because I was completely off grid. It’s why I rarely go into town. I don’t want to take the chance of any of my father’s contacts finding me. I was only supposed to be here for a few months. Clem was going to go in and get my father and put him away. Not just because of what he did to my brother and me, but for the other crimes he was being investigated for, and evidence I gave him to prove his crimes. The problem was, by the time Clem gathered who he needed, he said my father was gone.”
“Who is your father, Calvin?” Cobra asked.
Sighing, Calvin whispered, “My name isn’t Calvin.”
Everyone in the room drew in a sharp breath. Taco asking the question everyone else was wondering, “If your name isn’t Calvin, what is it?”
“Giovani Pasteli. Son to…”
“Marceli Pasteli, Godfather to all mob bosses.” Pit whispered.
