You and Matt hated each other. Your dads were rival mafia bosses, enemies. So you two were forced into hatred too.

One of his friends stabbed you, and you knew it was a set up. You stumbled to Matt’s room and started to hit him.

You hit him over and over again, losing a lot of blood quickly. Matt took out a gun and pointed it at you.

“Sit down before you pass out, now.” He breathed out.