Prologue||I Don't Believe in Fairy Tales.
She's sixteen now. And looks every bit like her father. Icy blue eyes with flowing, chestnut brown hair and naturally tan skin. She oozes that southern charm and his infamous confidence in everything she does. She's identical to him in more than just the physical sense too; she has hit short temper and fierce attitude and always, always gets what she wants. Even if she has to use force.
Just like her father.
She's been asking him for years to tell her the real story of her father, and his team. Yes, she knows about the team, but not in detail.
He's always held off on telling her; because once you're mixed up in their kind of lifestyle, there's just no way to ever completely get out. But she's old enough now to recoginize when he's avoiding an answer, and Ellie always gets what she wants.
She sits him down (forcefully of course) and demands he tell her the whole story. "No censoring, no lies of omission, the whole, entire, unadulterated truth," she crosses her arms and looks at him pointedly. "After all, isn't that what you were known for?"
Sighing to himself, Nathan Ford looks down at his drink. Irish Whiskey. Tonight, it would be his best friend. He knows he can't get out of this. And if he somehow manages to, then she'll just find someone else to give her the answers she's been hunting for. Ellie is smart, she's brilliant and she'll use her time wisely and track down someone from his past. Maybe an old client, or a mark. Anyone to point her in the right direction.
"Come on Nate. Tell me, how did it all start?" He winces when she uses his real name. No one calls him that anymore. Not in years. He looks down at the bright amber liquid and takes a sip. How do you tell this story? How do you tell a child about the fall of her father and his team? How do you phrase the tragedies that tore a family apart?
How can he tell her this story, with 100% honesty, without destroying her hope and her faith in humanity?
He couldn't. It doesn't matter, because that's not what she asked for.
He stands up and walks over to the bar; he needed something a bit stronger for tonight.
"Don't walk away from-"
"Once upon a time, there was a team. It was made up of liars, and thieves and grifters. I know what you're thinking; that they were the bad guys and they deserved whatever it is that happened to them. But they weren't the bad guys."
"They weren't?" She asks, skeptically. She really doesn't know all the details.
"No," he replies matter of factly. "We were the good guys. We just bad things for good reasons for...helpless people. And tonight, I'm going to tell you how we fell apart."
Okay, just a quickie to get everything started. The REAL story starts next chapter.
Oh, and it should be obvious whose daughter that is:D
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