Chapter 8

Antonio

My shoulder hurts like a bitch, that damn Russian! But fuck am alive. I am still alive and he wants me to work for him. I don’t know why and I don’t think I want to ask. Or he might just be another bullet in me. DJ helps me clean my wound, he is quiet as he busied himself with the task at hand. “Say something.” His silence is bothering me now, DJ is never this quiet. “I am just trying to process the fact that we are still alive and now working for the Mafia.” He tells me and I am baffled.

I think his logic is screwed. “How are you not happy that we are still alive? Or did you prefer us dead?” I asked not able to grasp the logic behind what he said. “No, but we are now targeting only he knows the man seems to like you. I saw the way he was looking at you like it fascinated him.” He tells me but I disagree. There is no way the guy who just put a hole in my shoulder with a bullet likes me.

“Well, if he likes me as you say which I disagre