There is a lot that you can say about a man that has it all. Some of it was good and some of it was bad. A man that had it all did not have to ask, he took. He did not want, but demanded. He had the right to everything before it was even given. He never had to choose, he never had to wait. He worked hard and played even harder. He lived on the edge, there was nothing he feared. He dominated everything and everybody. He was a god in his world.  That was Trayton DeCarlo.  

This must be an awful nightmare. Am I seriously getting arrested at my own wedding? Someone better kick me and tell me this is one fucked up joke. I can seriously not be getting arrested at my own wedding. Who did I murder? Stupid question, more like which one I did murder. How would they even know?  But I am afraid it is not a joke because they are coming closer and they sure do have a set of handcuffs in their hand. There is a damn room full of assassins and mafia bosses, why the fuck can't they arrest one of them. Ava is going to kill me even before I get locked up.  But hey, maybe I should act dumb and they will think they have the wrong man.  Trayton ~”Sorry but you need to repeat that.”  Samuel Burns ~”We said you are under arrest Mr DeCarlo.”  Trayton ~”You do see that I am busy