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Bedford Ave (Ch1)

Chapter 1 (Bedford Ave)

The streets of New York City were crowded as Colton made his way through the columns of people. Standing a foot taller than most of the pedestrians he was an easy spot. That was the idea; he found that people trusted those they could see. It was the ones in the shadows, and those who covered there face that people kept an eye on. He found it easier to gain the trust of an innocent victim by looking harmless. Dressed in a Giorgio Armani suit, tailored by him with duck tape he had added to the inseams, he looked the part of a rich bachelor. Colton's mother had blessed him with a great smile. One flash of his pearly whites would instill trust from a complete stranger. He knew this, and used it as he walked. No matter the mood, he always carried a great big smile. His eyes were a bright silvery blue; the kind even men had a hard time looking away from. He always made eye contact, a tactic his Uncle Emmett had taught him years ago.

Colton's phone began singing in his pocket. "This is Colton." He answered. His fake smile quickly turned into a real one when he heard his brother's voice on the other end. "Have we made it to New York?" he asked as his feet moved a little faster on the pavement. The autumn leaves rustling around his feet, ankles showing as he moved. Colton had always hated socks and neither did his brother Collin. His mother had always joked about how they had inherited that preference from their Uncle. That wasn't the only thing that Colton had inherited. He had spotted the lady from across the street, and was already making his way to meet his mark. "When should I expect you by the house?" Colton asked as he darted right in front of the older lady just as she started to fumble with her bags. She let out a screech as her belongings kissed the pavement.

"Oh I am so sorry miss!" Colton reached down to help her gather up her things. The lady looked up to see Colton's pearly whites and flowing dark hair. Her hand made its way to her chest, holding in her heart no doubt. "Its quite alright young man." She looked at his designer suit, "A man like you must keep quite busy."

"Busy yes, but not so busy I should loose my manners." The lady blushed, and waved him off with her free hand.

"There we are." Colton smiled as he handed her the last of what had dropped. "May I help you to your car?" Colton waved his hand over to the black Mercedes that was waiting on the street.

"No, no, my driver will help me. That's very kind of you."

"Not a problem young lady." This made the old lady giggle and blush.

Colton started down the street again as he pulled the phone back up to his ear.

"Wearing the suit?" His brother asked.

Colton laughed at his brother question. The boys knew each other so well. Collen had not been so lucky in inheriting mothers great smile, and dad's tall stature. His hair was wavy, and unmanageable. Colton had always found stealing came easier to him. Collen's plain brown eyes didn't have the same effect as Colton's starry blue eyes.

"It's been a long year without you Collen." Colton loved his brother, but his brother had not felt the same way for a while.

"Well it sounds like you're doing just fine... except this address you gave me?" Collen and Colton had been doing well before Collen had left the Big Apple. The two lived in some of the best neighborhoods, and had had the world at their feet. They seemed to have had perfected the con.

"Money just hasn't been coming in like the good old days. I just take it when I need it, enough to get by." Colton turned into an alleyway taking out the wallet he had stolen from the older lady. He quickly clean out the cash from inside, and discarded the rest into the dumpster next to him.

After hanging up with his brother Colton headed to the nearest grocery store to get a nice bottle of wine. As he combed through the labels he couldn't help but get excited. He always loved when he and his brothers all got together. It was what he looked forward too most ever year. He had told himself he would make sure they all stayed close after mom and dad died. He was the oldest of four, and knew mom would have wanted him to do this. "Take care of your brothers Colton, you're the oldest." She would always tell him.