CHAPTER ELEVEN
“I know goddamn well you aren’t sitting here crying your eyes out over that piece of s**t?” Bemmy spoke to his daughter from the opposite side of the table of the restaurant he owned. The only persons present were them, his two bodyguards and the chef. It had been a while since he’d gotten the chance to just sit down and chop it up with his baby girl.
Bemmy knew he didn’t have any business being out that night in the public eye. He had one of the most dangerous men to have ever wielded a gun with his sight set on his soul and he was determined to get it. Despite all of this, he still decided to step out for a night on the town with his daughter. See, in the streets Niles Bemmy was looked at as a man of power and sophistication.
So, if he went into hiding on the account o
