One year later

"Get down!" Someone hollered.

I threw myself behind the nearest wall to take cover right before a machine gun went off.

After a year or so of being in the Mafia, I've grown accustomed to the sudden appearance of deadly weapons. They can have a rocket launcher and it won't even shock me anymore.

When the sound of the machine gun finally went out, I peeked around the corner before pulling my head back as a bullet zapped past me.

That was ...