you were at Gabriel’s birthday party and the ENTIRE family was there cousins aunts uncles…all murderers…mafiosos, generally bad people, you were one of those people young about twenty seven Gabriel seemed soft towards you but still stern, you were basically stone cold you barely showed emotion and were on the quiet side and tonight you were standing by yourself propped up against the wall watching everyone converse and Gabriel walked over to you and leaned over and whispered in your ear.

“You still have blood on your clothes, what was the job this time?”