Abby had always been attracted to trouble. She came from a good family, went to a good school, got her CPA so she could have a stable career as an accountant. To the outside world she looked like a regular, well-adjusted girl.
But Abby was much more than that. While working as an accountant for a mid-level company by day, by night she worked for the Collitri crime family, cooking their books and laundering their cash.
That's what really brought her alive. The danger, the darkness. She loved her job. And she loved Carter Collitri, son of Emilio, the head of the family.
They were a power couple, dangerous and terrifying. She'd stand by his side as he doled out punishments to his crew, watch as he murdered members of rival families. Nothing bothered Abby — she just craved the excitement.
But then, three years ago, something happened. An opportunity, too big for Abby to ignore. A shipment of cocaine and heroin was coming in to Florida, and the Collitri's were buying up big. They had Abby prepare 10 million in cash to for the trade. The drugs would be arriving that night.
As Abby prepared the cash at the warehouse, she started to think about when she'd ever see that kind of money again. 10 million, just sitting there in front of her.
So she did what anyone in her situation would do — she packed as much as she could into two big duffel bags, and she ran.
She was just out the door when Carter arrived.
"Hey babe," he said, eyeing the bags. "What's happening? Has the drop changed?"
There was no time for lies and excuses. Abby pulled a gun from her waistband and shot Carter in the head.
He dropped like a sack of potatoes. She stood staring at him for a couple of seconds. It was a real shame. But there'd be more where he came from.
She jumped in her car and drove away.
Later, on the grapevine, she heard that the drug dealers showed up at the warehouse just at Peter arrived. When they realised there was no money, they broke Peter's kneecap, for wasting their time.
Abby stashed the bags, somewhere she could periodically go back for bits and pieces, enough to keep her comfortable. But one day she knew she'd go back for the lot and leave the country, start a new life. If only she'd done that sooner.