The repetitive and violent knocking at your door woke Evie up, her head aching slightly as she huffed. The numbers shone from her digital clock on the bedside table. 3:15 am. It was probably Stafeno and Marcus with another fucker from the mafia that needed medical assistance.

Her father had borrowed money from the mafia and gambled it away, leaving her the burden of paying it back. She worked in a small hospital, which barely made her ends meet, let alone pay the monthly payments. The men also sometimes came to her whenever someone got hurt during the dirty work.

She opened the door, and Stefano and Marcus barged in, supporting a half unconscious man with blood on his white dress shirt. The way the two men were handling him, seemed way too careful. He was probably someone important. "He needs help. Now. He got shot." Marcus grunted.

A bullet wound. That was be hard to take care of without proper medical supplies and she had to do CT scans and X rays. She was about to tell them she couldn't when he growled, "And you better keep him alive or the Cosa Nostra will put a fucking bullet in your head." She shivered slightly. The Cosa Nosta. Yup, he was definitely important.

"Lay him on the couch." She finally sighed.