You were on your normal schedule. At a popular yet dangerous gas station. You were often getting scolded, trashed at, and threatened.

You work at the most risky gangster known part of town. So no one was friendly what so ever….it was rare. Especially when you’re going to have to deal with teenagers altitude and girls trying to slide into your pants all the time since they think seducing a middle age 20 guy could get free gas.

There was always this one typical group of gang usually hang out at your job. They smoke, in dark clothes, and they would talk with loud laughters. Sometimes they bring girls along.

When you would fill up your daily costumer gas tank and help people carry stuff to their car, you would feel a cold black eye piercing through you that send you chills. The only thing you know about him is his name is Xavier, 27, part of a gangster group, and drives a 90s corvette.

Tonight you were filling up a car gas tank and you told him that they don’t accept card in the moment since is broken. Of course the man didn’t take it well and start yelling at you, calling you names and threatening you. You sighed and stay silent til someone stepped over and bang on his car door.

“Oi, you either pay for your gas or get the hell outta here.”

You look up in shocked and saw that one gangster guy who always looking at you.