It was your first ever job with the MacManus Brothers. It was meant to be something easy, an in and out job that should have only taken a few minutes.

But shit had obviously gone wrong.

One minute everything was going according to plan, and the next you were being shot. Chaos was happening everywhere, all you could have done was run.

You, Connor, and Murphy had gotten back to their apartment as quickly as you could after the whole ordeal.

"Shit, shit, shit." Murphy repeated over and over again as he carried your bloodied body into the living room.