I am suppose to be Neal Caffey the con man. I am suppose to do crime because I wanted to. But that never who I was. I was just a 11 year old boy who would do anything to insure my little brother and mother survival. I wanted to be a surgeon, but he saw a criminal. He made me everything people think I am today. I sit here in the office as Jones throws hateful glances at me. Like he knows anything about me. He thinks I choose this path. This path was chosen for me. He rules the American underground with an iron fist and he owns me.

Peter walked in with a couple of agents I would say just graduated from Quantico. They where looking at me like I was bait. Peter walk over to me with disappointment all over his face. Then Jones was behind me, standing me up and cuffing me . they led me to the interrogation room. I was seated across from peter and one of the young agents. The young agent began to speak.

" I am agent Graver. Neal we where going over some white collar cold cases when we had this idea to look for a signature and we found you yours on a fake Mona Lisa. Ring any bells." She smiled with a cocky grin and pulled out a photo of the art. I let tears fall as I saw it. I remember the day I forged it. I didn't want to but me or the others he kept had not eaten in almost a week. I could have held out longer but I knew they could not. So I gave in and made the damn forgery. As punishment for waiting so long mother was in a car accident that took her left arm. I cant control my crying now. Screw it I am going to let them meet the real me and accept the punishment he will give me. I look at their face to see that they are shocked I am crying.

"You don't know shit about me. What was a 13-year-old boy supposed to do let them starve because he would have let them if I had not made this stupid ass picture. Tommy was barely breathing from the beating he gave him. He needed food to get his strength back. I knew they could not hold on any longer with out food. At the time that was the longest they had gone with out food. I had gone longer but they had not. But do you think he gave a damn. He's a heartless bastard and we are his property." The looks on their face was complete shock from my outburst. But I could care less. Thinking about it though it was not a good idea to say that much. If he finds out I would be punish for my stupidity. Peter regained his composure.

"Neal are you saying that you were and still being forced to commit crimes" I could not bring myself to answer. I had always respected Peter. So I nodded with more tears falling down my cheek. Agent Graver cocky smile had fallen and one of empathy had appeared. She looked at me and spoke softly

" Mr. Caffey who is this person" if I where to tell he would for sure would make me suffer. I would rather go to prison again. I know he will find out what I said here. I only pray that he does not hurt my mother or brother. I can take whatever he does to me but they are my heart. I guess I will find out how mad he is soon.

" I tell you that and bodies will start dropping. So when will you be transferring me back to prison". They tried to make me talk. Offering deals and immunity for the person name or the other people being forced. Said nothing so they eventually left. I put my head down and sung 'I wanna love you' in my head. I was lost and thought when the door opened looked up to see Jones. He set across from me

" I was never a fan of you nor do I trust you. But I can tell you have been telling the truth. I also can tell you where hiding something. So I thought of a time together and I remembered how you reacted to my brother. That's one of the things your hiding. You have a brother and your protecting him." I looked down

" I haven't seen him since I was 11 but I do what I must to protect him" he sighed

"I understand and I respect you for your decision. Just know we will protect you and your brother if you choose to ask for help. Peter – " he was cut off by Mr. Night one of his lawyers. I didn't think he would find out so soon. I shake a little from the fear of what is to come Jones saw that then went to question Mr. Night

"Who are you sir"

" I am Mr. Caffey lawyer Mr. Night and I have papers signed by the director of the FBI and the governor stating that my client will not be charged for this crime. He can go home on this wonderful Friday and return back to work on Monday." Peter than came into the room with a upset face.

"Take the cuffs off him Jones I checked and its all legal" Jones bent down and took the cuffs off. Peter passed me my jacket and hat with a conflicted look on his face. I walked to the elevator passing many people with different expressions on their face. But the one who stood out most was agent Graver who had regret shown all over her face. I grabbed my ID and we took the elevator down and got into the black SUV. As we road in silent to Junes house my hands shook in fear of what was to come.

The car stopped at Junes house. I got out and walked up to my room to find the door open. He set at the table with his two guards mick and rick. Who are identic twins. Both with messy black hair, about 6"7, muscular built, and they wore identical suit. I looked at him to see his face show nothing but anger. He motioned for me to walk in. I did and closed the door after me. I looked at the floor and let my hands fall to my side as I walked toward hm. He stood up and grabbed my hair forcing me to look at him. He was a good 2 inches taller than me. His anger could be seen on his face and I started to shaking in fear. He gave me a cruel smile.

" Take your shirt off and brace yourself against the wall". I knew what he was about to do to me. I took off my shirt and braced myself. I heard the crack of the whip. I look behind me to see he is using the one with spikes at the end. I brace myself because I know this one hurt like hell. CRACK I don't make no noise as the first hit happens. Then he speaks with a cold emotionless tone.

" Your first punishment is 100 lashes. If you scream I will add 50 more each time. If you fall down before I am done I will add 100 more". Then he starts back up again. I let my mind drift to a happy memory. I found myself thinking about sitting on the beach with my mom, dad, and little brother. I was nine at the time. It was a week before he was sent back to defend his country. It was a month exactly before the army informed my father he was killed. The same beach I had spent the day with my family would be the one I would sell original art work at to help my mom with the bills. The same one where I would meet him at. The man who would take everything away from me. When he was finish I fell to the floor and crawled into a ball. He order rick and mick to hold me up. He grabbed my face and made me look at him.

"I cant hurt you to much. You do have to go back to work Monday. You can tell them little thing that you did for me from the time you were eleven till you where fifth teen. Never give names of anyoneimportant or descriptions, you can tell them I kept five of yall. Don't say anything that will give away who your brother or mother is. Be grateful that I am allowing this and being so easy on your punishment." Then he picked up the whip and hit me then I saw blackness.