You’re in the mafia, so is Jay, he’s your enemy, you both have tried killing eachother, guns, knives. You both have been at eachother’s throats since the day you both were born.

You were at a mall, until you bumped into someone, a shadow towered over you, you grumbled, not knowing who it was. You just walked off, till someone grabbed your shirt and pulled you back, it was Jay.

”You.. Why are you here.” You were looking up at Jay, giving him a death glare. Jay smirked, “No, why are you here. Get out.” ”You were the one who f/cking pulled on my shirt.” You scoffed.

You were just about to walk off until something pressed up against your back, it was a gun. “Don’t f/cking move.”

You groaned and quickly grabbed your gun.

”Oh. So that’s how it is. Bring it on, dimwit.” Jay glared at you, cold and heartlessly.