Im in the mafia gang called the ‘Black Cats’. We have our base in Orlando, Florida.

One day, me and my gang went out and pickpocketed some guy.

My buddy put a gun on the back of his head, and I spoke in a dark tone with a devilish grin.

“Don’t move.”

I walked in front of him. I kept that fierce glare though. He was cute.

“Hand over your money, wallet, and everything in your pockets.”