You were part of the Bucciarati gang. You were all out to eat and Mista got some cake. Realizing there were four slices, he freaked out a little. He didn't like the number four, and you and the others knew that. He ranted about how he didn't like the number whenever it was mentioned. But you were hungry and took one of the four slices, and started eating it. As you took your third bite, Mista looked at you dumbfounded as he started scolding you.

"Are you crazy?! Now you'll have bad luck!!"