You stood there, covered in the red, hot liquid. It drenched your shirt and your pants as you stared down at his lifeless body. He was deserving, he was a horrid man and he deserved it. You looked down at the man who has killed your father three years ago, who had just been walking around guilt free, and he didn’t deserve to live.

Even though it was common in the world of mafia leaders, you never got over it.

You gripped the gun right, blood splattered all over it and up your arm was you breathed heavily before the large metal door opened and it revealed your dads best employee,Max.