N A M E: Holden Estrada
A G E: Twenty-Eight
O C C U P A T I O N: Drug Dealer
L O Y A L T Y: Costello Crime Family
                   SOME RISE BY SIN,
              AND SOME BY VIRTUE FALL.
Holden Estrada’s involvement in organized crime was all because of his stupid, greedy father. Anton Estrada was a drug dealer for the Costellos— and a pretty shitty one, at that. He’d always skim from the top, keep a little extra for himself, thinking that the Costellos wouldn’t notice. They fucking noticed. And they weren’t happy about it, either. They didn’t take too kindly to being stolen from, so Anton’s life came to an end at the age of thirty-eight. His body was never found. With no mother in the picture, Holden was shipped off to live with an aunt in Ohio. It was a small town, quiet, and definitely no place for someone as smart as Holden. As a boy, he knew very little about his father— only that he’d gotten himself involved in some things that he shouldn’t have. Holden had no desire for a life like that, and he planned to keep it that way.Â
School was a breeze. Good grades were second nature to Holden. He didn’t even have to try. Everything that he saw in school, he retained almost instantly. He was soft spoken, kind— well liked by everyone, actually. He graduated as the Salutatorian of his class, with plans to go to Stanford in the fall. Unfortunately for Holden, the Costellos had been keeping tabs on him ever since his father died.Â
A few weeks before Holden’s first semester at college, he received a visit from Leon Costello himself. There was no future left for Holden. He belonged to the Costellos until Marcel decided that Anton’s debt had been paid. He was given a twenty-four hour window to be in Chicago. The Costellos didn’t care that Holden was eighteen, jobless, and scared. He had to do what he was told. It was his own life that was on the line, after all.
Holden said goodbye to an education, a full ride scholarship, and his aunt. He fabricated a story, insisting that he’d received a last minute offer from the University of Chicago, and that he had to leave right away to get settled in.Â
Once Holden was in Chicago, he had no idea where to go. The Costellos hadn’t given him any additional information. He checked in to the cheapest motel that he could find, and within the hour, several Costello henchmen had paid him a visit. That night, he was officially an employee of the organization.Â
Holden had never even smoked weed before; how in the hell was he going to sell drugs for a living? He was forced to adapt quickly. He didn’t like what he was doing, but he was too scared to turn back. Going to the police wasn’t an option— he knew very well what happened to rats. So he toughened up, did what he was told. He figured he’d be working off his father’s debt for a few years, but he was wrong. It’s been ten long years, and Marcel shows no signs of freeing him anytime soon.Â
Over the years, Holden acclimated to his position. It wasn’t an easy transformation, but a necessary one. He had to learn how to defend himself. The streets were mean, and the clients that he sold to were even worse. If he shorted the Costellos, that only added to the debt that Holden needed to pay back. For a few years, Holden dreamed of an escape. If he saved enough cash, he could be halfway across the globe before the Costellos noticed. But was that even a life worth living? One where he was always on the run, looking over his shoulder? There was also the possibility of just… embracing it all. Fuck everything else. He was smart enough to move up the ladder, to be someone important. Maybe there was no use in putting up a fight anymore.
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— Relationship Status: Single
The role of HOLDEN ESTRADA is currently TAKEN.
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