I Died And Swapped Souls With A Mafia Heir

Thanking Them

“I want to know how OD and Justin got to know each other.” Zac said as he turned to face Jay.

“I knew his father before he passed away, and before I was sent to jail. Justin must be a dirty businessman, just like his father was. Men like that don’t do the dirty jobs, so men like us get paid handsomely to do it. Ironic as it may seem, we look like the criminals while the real masterminds parade as the epitomes of societal values. That must be how they met, through one dirty job or the other. ” Jay said with a shrug as we began walking.

“Maybe you’re right, but still dig around for me. I want every incriminating evidence you can get. Who knows, maybe it wasn’t a deal sanctioned by the boss? That might be why Darren tried to threaten me to keep quiet about it. If I can kick him off his high pedestal in this organisation, it might get me a step closer to my revenge.”

Before they could step outside the house though, Jay handed him the blindfold.

“Seriously, man, again with this thing?” Zac asked with an exasperated sigh.

“The boss will have his people watch you, and you’ll only be free of this once you’ve been vetted properly. Just endure it for now. Take this.” Jay gave him a burner phone and Zac took it from Jay.

“That is what we’ll be communicating with from now on. It’s untraceable and will be changed regularly. Break the old phone you’re using. If you’re to become a regular, you must not have any device on you that can be easily traced. It’s a rule for everyone. You must not speak a word of this to anyone, no matter how close you are. Tell whatever lie is believable enough for when you start working officially, so others believe you’re doing something else with your time. It’s for their safety mostly. The farther away they are from this life, the less they can be used as leverage. I’ll call you the next time you’re needed, and hopefully, your position will have been approved by then.”

Zac tied the blindfold around his eyes, and Jay led him to the car before he began to drive.

“What kind of jobs do you think your boss will use me for?” he asked Jay.

He probably should have asked this before getting involved with the mafia of all things, but he couldn’t care less. He doubted anything could be worse than his already miserable life.

“Probably the maze, since you punched through a wall like your fist was made of iron.” Jay replied.

“What’s the maze?” he asked.

“You’ll know when the time comes. I can’t reveal any details until you’ve been accepted formally. But I think it’s a better fit with your skill set, and despite how macho you’re trying to seem, I doubt you’ll be okay with joining the corpse disposal guys, which is usually where rookies start off.”

Almost an hour later, after driving for a while with many confusing twists and turns, Jay told him to take off his blindfold. Now that his sight was back, he saw that they were in the city, close to the point Jay had picked him up from. Jay offered to drive him back to Thomas and Hannah’s place since it was already late, so he agreed.

Zac saw a curtain move, so he knew that at least one of them was still awake, but they didn’t come out of the house till Jay had driven away and he was close to the door.

“Zac, you’re okay, thank God, we were worried sick.” Hannah was the first to get to him and she began to inspect him for injuries or any other fatality.

“Why are you both still awake?” he asked as they all walked into the house.

“Is that even a question? You left the house and we had no idea where you were.” Hannah said.

“There was no way to reach you and make sure you were okay.” Thomas said with a frown.

“You don’t need to worry about me.” he said to both of them.

Thomas and Hannah were the only reason why he wasn’t condemning the whole world as traitors. They were proof that even among the multitude of treacherous bastards, there was still some good left in the world. He knew that staying here would put them in danger, and they didn’t deserve that. He had to find a way to leave their home, for their safety, so he could fully focus on his revenge. He would find a way to pay them back for their kindness though.

“Where were you? And who was that person you came back with?” Thomas asked.

Another reason he needed to leave was because they cared too much. He wasn't a child, he couldn’t stand being questioned like this every time.

“Forget about it. Don’t worry, I’ll be leaving here soon, hopefully, before the end of the week. I met up with a few friends, and I’ll bunk there for a while, make some cash and then get my own place.” he lied to put their mind at ease.

“What friends?” Thomas asked sceptically.

“You don’t know them.”

“Where do they live? What type of work are you getting yourself involved in? Are they ex-cons? Please tell me you know better than to get involved in anything shady. You just got out of prison, Zachary. If you go back in again, you may never be granted release.” Thomas said.

“Look.” he faced Thomas and folded his arms. “I appreciate you giving me a place to stay, but I’m not a child. I don’t answer to you. I’m fine, that’s all that matters. I’m not even drunk, so chill. I promise I’m being careful, but I’m not comfortable staying here with you guys. You deserve your privacy, and let’s be honest, it would be hard for any of you to help me get a job with my new label as an ex-convict.”

“It might be hard, but we don’t plan to just give up so easily. We’ll help no matter what.”

“Like I said, I appreciate it. But I’m a grown adult. I can handle my own life.”

He left them and moved to the guest room. Then he took a shower and lay on the bed in the dark facing the ceiling. This was not how he had planned his life. But now he had to make lemonade with the lemons he’d been given. That included making sure his two identities received the revenge they deserved.