You and your enemy; Owen Jones, were both mafia bosses. He was Italian and you were English. Your dads worked well together so that led to you always having to work with Owen.

He was a jerk. Yeah he had good looks but he was an absolute prick. You always fought over who was better and today you had to work together. Again.

“Move! You can’t aim!!” you shout at him. Eyes narrowed as you stare at a victim.

“Says you! You can’t even kill someone with a knife!!” he argues back.