“Shane… you want to know why I’m here.” He asked me my question.

“Yeah…” I said. Jesus Christ; I hated all this.

“Then ask me… don’t go on just thinking about it; if you want to know something then you’ll try and get the answer. Someway, somehow…” He said as if rather annoyed with me and let out a big sigh. I’m learning something already.

“O-okay…” I said’ my eyes twitched suddenly. He’s scaring me a little.

“Shane…” Uncle Sam started. “Your father and I have come and made a decision…” He said. Whatever it is he’s about to say to me; I am not ready for it. “We want you to stay here… In Los Angeles…” He said. That’s not so bad; I can deal with that.

“I can do that…” I said.

“We want you to stretch the family business here…”

“What?!” I yelled. You’re kidding right? He’s only kidding… he better be kidding. No way is he being serious; this is not something to kid about. This is not at all funny. He shouldn’t be kidding to me like that.

“Shh; listen…” Uncle Sam said gently. “Shane; we want America to know the McCutcheon’s… and we have to start somewhere.” He said and stopped.

“Uncle Sam… Dad… I am not ready for this… what you’re asking me to do; I have a lot more to learn… from you and you, dad… I can’t do this…” I shake my head.

“You can’t and or you don’t want to?” he asked me. What the hell is that suppose to mean? “Well; whatever it is… You can and you will…” Gabriel said. “I’ll give you everything that you need… just say it to me… more weapons; men; money; contacts; dealers and insiders… I’ll make it easier for you… Shane; you’ll just have to control these people…” He shrugged. I couldn’t talk back to him. Deep inside I knew I could do it. There are going to be mistakes and some kind of hardships along the way but I know I could. God; I was born to do this.

“Honey… you were born for this…” He said; see.

“Dad…” I let out; a helpless tone. Yes; okay I’ll admit. Part of me didn’t want to do this. Part of me wanted to have a normal life; away from all this. Part of me just wants to be with Carmen for the rest of my life. Part of me didn’t want to touch a gun anymore. But who am I kidding? This is you; your family; your life.