PROLOG- And so it began.

Eduardo yawned, the tall Mexican man glaring back at his car or more rather at the little brat laying on the back seats. His useless son, the little youngster had been a thorn in his side since birth. First The boy wouldn't stop crying even when handed to a woman, the sobbing and screeching were nonstop then 'it' kept getting into things even causing the bosses girl to get her hands on more than she could handle to put it politely. Now that 'it' could walk the brat kept trying to leave its room, even locking the boy in with the killer dogs did nothing but spawn the attitude of the devil himself into the son of the world's richest dead woman. As his former squeezes had died too young to create a will, his boss senor Guzman was steadily breathing down his neck wanting to use the boy to get the inheritance that was left to his late wife.

But none of that mattered currently as Eduardo waited for the Estafador. A slow aging swindler who owed a small debt to the cartel. The slightly taller man was late, and Eduardo rather not have to track the other man down to kill with his son in the back seat the boy was far too bright for his own good and would certainly tell the white pigs everything. Finally, the man approached out of the forest growling into his phone in rapid-fire Chinese before hanging up.

"What's with the kid."

"Vile brat climbed in when no one was looking, wasting a good battery in this weather. Do You have the money, promised to Senor Guzman."

"Tell you what, how would you like to have to see that kid ever again, rarely. I run a camp out in the woods near lake lilac, you could dump him there for the summer or more in replace of my debt? This is a good way to have the kid out of your hair for as long as you require. What do you say?"

"His grandmother sends a lawyer to check on him once a year."

"I'll arrange everything, won't even really need to pull some strings. So do we have a deal?" Cameron Campbell questioned with a winning smile.