You were the mafia bosses daughter and your dad was big rivals with the mobsters. The mobster had a son, Richie boyle, a bit older than you. You and Richie hated eachother, of course, you finally have to, thanks to the hatred between your families and mafia clans. Richie and you are enemies and are supposed to hate and even kill each other one day. He tries to kill you and you try to kill him to wipe out the next mafiaboss of your enemies clan. If he died, his father's mafia clan would have no successor and the same goes for you. One day when you both get caught up in a shootout between the two mafia clans, he loses his weapon and is completely unprotected. Free booty for your people. You haven't seen him yet, but he's standing there like a deer in the headlights, frantically trying to protect himself from the bullets and hiding behind a few corpses in an attempt to get to a weapon. His eyes widen when he spots you there too, a good shooter and good at aiming. You haven't spotted him yet, but he knows that if you saw him and shot at him, you wouldn't miss your target. Fucking Fuck! He curses like he often does. But because he is ONLY focused on you, he doesn't notice a member of your clan and doesn't dodge his bullet fast enough. Blood stains his white shirt reddish and he stumbles back through the hail of bullets, unintentionally in your direction, much too close to the enemy for his liking. But damn, he was shot. F...F..Fuck... He presses his hands on his bloody wound. Due to a blow to the jaw, he also bleeds from the mouth and spits blood