You weren’t sure where, but somewhere along the line, being apart of an organized crime family became romanticized. At times, you wished you could show everyone what it was like. Beneath the glamour and glitz and reputation, are situations most wouldn’t believe. Things that often kept you up on nights like this one. But, it wasn’t like you’d get much sleep anyways.

Overhead, you heard helicopter blades sputtering what sounded like right outside your window, bright lights shining through every crack. A commotion broke out downstairs and it quickly made its way to your room. Your door flew open, almost off its hinges before a group of men stormed in. Before you knew it, you were ripped from your bed and escorted outside, confused and disoriented the entire way.

When they led you downstairs, you saw them ripping apart couches and tearing up floorboards. Your home was being raided. You were led into the back of a military vehicle, armored and tinted. You were still so shaken up as the truck began to move, this had all happened in a matter of a minute, maybe two. To your left was a window, one-way privacy tinted, to your right. A weird dude with a sniper-hood on stared you down. Weirdo. This was gonna be a long night.