The Story Of Ronnie Luciano - 1158 Words

Again? Ronnie Luciano thought to himself as he ran with a squad car on his tail. Sprinting for his life while dodging bullets and the cops seemed to be a common occurrence lately. Today it happened to be an undercover officer spotting him pocket a cheap necklace in the mall. Dashing across the street, while narrowly avoiding cars, Ronnie distanced himself in the heavy traffic of New York City. Bolting around the corner of Broadway he bought himself more time. The cops were turning just as Ronnie slipped into a darkened alley. He watched from the shadows as the car sped past, siren deafening, oblivious that their target had evaded them again. Starting to pant heavily Ronnie sat down to catch his breath. Taking out the necklace he admired†¦show more content†¦He stood up slowly and cautiously looked back out of the alleyway making sure no cops were around. Stepping back onto the street, he started walking back to his usual bench when he heard the screeching of car brakes. Whip ping his head around Ronnie became aware of a black Escalade, with a revolver pointed out the back tinted windows right at him. The passenger window slowly rolled down halfway, just enough to see wispy white hair. â€Å"Get in if you don’t want to be shot,† said a raspy voice from the passenger seat. Obeying Ronnie walked up to the vehicle as the back door opened. Climbing in, his head was immediately covered with a blindfold. The ride felt like forever with constant stopping, and turning, while dead silence created a sense of dread. Finally, after what felt like an hour the Escalade stopped and the doors opened. Another minute passed, suddenly the blindfold was undone and Ronnie was able to step out onto the ground. In front of him was what looked like a small warehouse. He was ushered into the building by a man whose muscles bulged from his black shirt that was three sizes too small. Entering through the door Ronnie saw a singular room with a short, chunky man positioned in the middle facing away. Getting closer Ronnie observed the man had the same thinning white hair from the passenger seat. Turning around the chunky gentleman says, â€Å"Welcome Ronnie, you’re not an easy kid to find.† â€Å"Who are you?† replied Ronnie while