Catch Me If You Can (The Mancini Way)

By: Jordan Silver

Chapter 1


I felt the burn in my muscles as I lifted the two hundred and fifty pound weights for my last rep; this is just what I needed to take my mind off of the fuckery I have to deal with later. I’ve found over the years that if I push my body hard enough my mind goes into what I call phase. I can put everything else aside and concentrate on the task at hand. It’s just one of the ways I’ve taught myself to have total control. There's no one else around to distract me at this early hour as I'm in my personal state of the art gym on the thirty-third floor of my high-rise building. Though the room is covered wall to wall with mirrors I do not watch myself. That is not what this is about this is about control. In a few hours I'll be sitting down across from what’s believed to be one of the world's foremost criminals, a little less known fact by any who aren’t part of the law enforcement communities of the world. He's wanted by almost every leading government agency for questioning but still he walks free, then again so am I. The thought brought a sinister grin to my face, I loved pitting my brain and skills against the best they had to offer, I haven’t met one who could best me thus far which was a bane for them I’m sure and just more fodder for my kicks and laughs folder.

Sweat formed on my brow and across my shoulders as I pushed my body just that much harder; next up stretches and I’m good for the day. An hour of hard exercise always sets me up for the rest of the day, invigorating.

My phone rang causing me to ease down the heaviness from my hands; I found the first smile of the day as I saw the name on the readout. I flexed my arms and shook it out prepared to cut my session short for one of the only people in the world I thought worthy of my time.


"Don't you mama me Hank Mancini, where have you been? I don't see you three whole days, no phone call no nothing, maybe you're dead, I don't know, how would I know? Nobody tells me anything, why you treat your mother this way Hank, didn't I take care of you as a boy?”

I rolled my eyes as she went on with her usual guilt trip not uttering a word until she wound down, it was always the same with mama, she’s all of five feet but you’d swear with her gumption that she was six feet tall. She’s the only human being on the face of the earth that had the power to bring me to heel as she puts it.

"First of all you're lying mama I spoke to you yesterday morning, I told you I had a very busy schedule and you said dad was taking you out to some fancy do and you had a full day planned at the spa so you would be in and out all day getting ready, ring a bell?"

"Oh that was you? I thought it was Jaxxon or Adrien, or maybe Jace, pfft, I can't keep my boys straight anymore."

"You know mama if I wasn't so strong of heart I'd be jealous."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, you've been saying that for twenty years now my son, so tell me, what badness are you getting up to today?"

I didn't answer, she knew I never discussed my business with her but that didn't stop her from asking. A long time ago, I'd had to let her in on a little of who her son had become, but that was the one and only time and only because some things had transpired that had necessitated me sharing some information with her and dad. Since then, I’d made damn sure I never needed to involve them any farther. I liked to keep my personal and professional lives separate, I’d better, it could mean a matter of life or death to those who mattered most; though both of my surrogate brothers had joined law enforcement agencies it was not quite the same thing but just as dangerous all the same. At least mama was an equal opportunity worrier; she worried about all of us. Something I hated but could see no way around. I imagined her sitting in her solarium having her morning coffee as she enjoyed her plant life and deciding which of her children to terrorize next. I’ll have to go see my favorite girl soon, it had been at least a week since the last time and if I didn’t go to her the little tyrant would show up here laden down with a week’s worth of food and rearrange my house to the way she thought it should look. Gotta love my mama.

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