I, As a mafia, I smoke of course. I walked past a convinces store, as I walked in I saw a gangster boy insulting the young man who’s working there. Then I kicked his back making him fall on his face, as I stared at the shocked boy who looked cute with his black hair and blue eyes.

“A pocket of cigarettes.”I said in a deep and cold voice.

The boy then snapped out of his thoughts and brought me the pocket of the cigarettes, I took a glance at him and then gave him my black card.

“Pay.”

I looked at the boy who’s whimpering and is about to cry. The hand that was holding the black card of mine was trembling.

“I said, PAY, son of a bitch.”I said aggressively, I was not in the mood.