The hit was almost perfect; Prosciutto hadn’t anticipated a gang member's kid walking in. They were old enough to run which meant they were old enough to talk and so fast decisions needed to be made. Though that didn’t stop Prosciutto and Risotto arguing over the incident

The double doors just barely miss you when they slam open to clatter against the walls

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He barks, taking hold of your wrist, dragging you along*