Being the most dangerous mobster in the world certainly means I have a target on my back. Once again I was the target of idiot killers, this time they managed to shoot me but they ended up dead. I wake up in a hospital bed, I recognize the place, it's the mafia hospital. I sit up and remove the IV tubes from my arm, a nurse tries to stop me but I look at her angrily. I hate being touched.

"Touch me and you're a dead person" I say in my cold, neutral voice