Thoughts of regret run through my mind as I drove down the vacant bridge. Seeing Gia this disappointed hurt me, seeing her frowning killed me inside.

     I know what I'm doing is affecting everyone I love but I had no where else to go, the jobs wouldn't hire me due to my background and credit history. To me, money is money no matter what. I won't be doing this sort of thing for any longer, things would get better, it has to.

     For a guy I'm pretty calm and collected, I hardly fight and when I do it's absolutely necessary, partially why Gia got with me, because I'm not one of those guys who do nothing but boast about masculinity and how many chicks they sleep with. I see everyone as equal, no matter race, sexuality, gender or religion, I'm not biased in any way which is the reason why most of my deals run pretty smoothly.

     As I made my way through the small woods, my mind begun to haunt me again with Gia's words.

     I want you to move in with me.

     The seriousness in her voice gave me chills. I know it was a simple gesture of kindness but something bothered me. We agreed on not getting married, neither of us wanted kids. But something still irked me.

     If I had moved in with Gia, Greg wouldn't mind, he'd be burying his face in his comics most of the time anyway. Even if I did move in with her, it would be harder keeping this secret from Greg.

     Maybe I am over thinking this, Gia always wanted to get closer with Greg, so this could be her chance.

     Right now Greg is at my friend Jona's house, Jona is pretty good with kids, it's too bad she's not able to have any of her own. It won't be long before Jona asks me about what kind of job I have, eventually I'll need to step up my game with dealing.

     Hopefully I'll find a better job.

     My mind instantly cuts off as I pull up towards this three story warehouse that had been covered in moss. The car bumps as I drove over the rocky pavement. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I hastily answer it.

     My heart skips a beat as my brother responds. "Hey...It's me Greg." His voice wavers awkwardly.

     "Hey man, what's up?" I ask, trying to sound as normal as possible, I light a cigarette as I pressed the phone closer to my ear.

     "I'm calling to ask if you're going to be home on Wednesday." Greg spoke nervously.

     I take a calm drag before blowing out some smoke from my lips. "No, it's cool Greg, I'll be home, maybe we'll watch some movies or something." I reassured him.

     Again, I take another drag from my cigarette. "Thanks, you're really lazy you know?" Greg joked.

     Rolling my eyes I put out my ciagrette in the ash tray near the radpio. "Bye shithead." I chuckle jokingly before hanging up and letting out a exhausted sigh as I laid back against the seat. How long am I going to keep this up? I can barely look him in the eyes when I tell him right from wrong, it didn't feel right that doing exactly what I'm telling him not to do. Eventually he's going to find out. The truth always comes out, whether you want it to or not.

     Groaning, I sit back up as I brushed my thoughts of doubt out of my mind.

     Once I grabbed the packages I needed to bargain, I made my way to the building with my phone pressed to my ear.

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      My shoes clatter against the rustic, chalked up cement floor. Whenever I did my deals it would mostly be here in this abandoned warehouse, where it's dark and far in the woods.

     There were only four men, they looked normal enough to be customers, usually Jace would check them for wires. The last thing we need is a mole or some undercover cops looking for a drug bust.

     Usually I just bring over cocaine or just some weed and go from there, but since Jace said that these people were "special" I brought extra shit too.

     Deciding to break the ice, I open my mouth to speak. "You guys wanted the package right?" I ask. I drop the package between my legs.

     They didn't say anything. I look at the corner of the building only to see my friend Jace analyzing all four men. I couldn't read Jace's facial expression since his dark blue bangs covered half of his face. I brush the entire thing off.

     One of the large men finally spoke. "Say, your name is Kit right?" One asks me, his voice a bit pitched. He had jet black hair that was gelled back, his face freshly shaved except for his mustache, his arms were covered in sleeves of tattoos while the rest were hidden underneath his tight white tank top, his jeans sagged from his body, he looked like a regular client.

     I nod. "In the flesh."

     The buff man exchanges looks with several of the other three men. The shortest man grabs a duffel bag and he tosses it into the middle of the room. "That's the cash." Another man says. It was my turn to kick the duffel bag of drugs towards them. I saunter to the middle of the room to the duffel bag, I open it only to see a whole bunch of green stacks.

      Holy fuck.

     This was more than enough, I can get out of that busted trailer with Greg, find him a better school, pay Jona back for the babysitting and find Gia some nice things to wear.

     Suddenly I hear shifting of guns, more footsteps begin to echo which proves that there wasn't just four outsiders in this warehouse. Jace's eyes widen behind his thick rimmed glasses. My eyes slowly waltz up to see several men in black clothes, their eyes hidden behind shades, guns in hand. The men in black slowly circled me and Jace.

     Then I notice the tattoos on their necks, with the red snake. This was our old gang.

     "We'll be taking our share." The buff man speaks. Jace's eyes were so wide I could see them through his long blue bangs.

     Then it hits me: The "clients" were just bait. The Giovani Family was the mafia that Jace and I ran away from, and they found us, right through these four men.

     Before I could process what was happening my thoughts were interrupted. "Pleasure doing business with you, but all the drugs you are selling is within the property of the Giovani organization." One of the men in black acknowleged me.

     Jace all of a sudden hits the tallest man with the back of his pistol, knocking the man to the ground. He gives me a stern look. "Go!" He barks at me.

     We've almost got killed by mafia men. Who we once were.

     Quickly, I scurry onto my feet then made a run for it, grabbing both duffel bags in the process, I start to run harder as I hear gunshots and bullets ricocheting from the ground.

     Once I made it outside I could see Jace running towards the door I came out of, hastily I grab his hand and pull him outside before blocking the door with several cement blocks.

     We start to sprint towards my car, I hastily open the door and watch as the men break through some old windows of the warehouse. We were already down the road, speeding out of the woods as fast as the car could carry us.

      I could hear the bullets hitting our car. Jace loads his gun before rolling down the window and shooting. Somehow Jace slowed them down because the bullets were no longer hitting the car. Jace climbs back inside  and rolls up the window. He throws both duffel bags into the backseat before looking at me.

     We eventually lost them and now we were just riding down a dusty road were there were less trees and more vacant land.

     Now that the adrenaline had worn off, I direct my anger towards Jace.

     "What the hell was that?!" I barked as I turned my head towards him. Jace looks at me like a deer caught in the headlights.

     "How the fuck was I supposed to know they were in a mafia?" Jace argues with me.

     "Jace...you're telling me that nothing clicked when you made a deal with these men?" I retort calmly. Jace rolls his eyes.

     "Well if it was that obvious how did you not notice?" Jace snaps. I exhale loudly.

     "Don't turn that shit on me. You should've known from the get go." I clapped back. Jace throws his hands up in frustration.

     "Why are you mad? We're in this together, from the moment we decided to hit and run!" Jace yells.

     "Okay fine! What's the point in arguing? We kept the drugs and got the money!" Jace went on, jerking his thumb to the backseat.

     "I don't know...maybe the fact that we have a target on our backs now, my car is fucked up and we're-" My argument with Jace is cut off immediately as some weird weight presses onto the front of the car. Quickly, I press onto the brakes causing Jace to crash onto the dashboard.

     Jace looks at me. "What the hell is that?" He demands.

     "I don't know, maybe we ran over a pot hole or something!" I try to calm Jace down as he opens the door to check it out.

     He disappears into the darkness. I roll down the window on my left. "Jace!" I yell in which I don't get a response.

     "Jace!" I yell once more. Suddenly I see Jace using his phone as a source of light. His face was as white as a sheet.

     "Kit....I....I think we hit someone."