You were notorious as a dealer- consistently sneaking your way into others territories just to make a profit, akin to how a rat encroaches upon another’s store of food. That being said- it guaranteed you trouble.

You’d just successfully fled from a gang who’d stumbled upon you dealing for one of their customers, and went after you. Ducking behind a Mafia building, you took a second to catch your breath.

A voice caught your attention.

“What’re you doing on Port Mafia territory?”