"Breathe... Breathe Christian... Breathe...You can do this."My life is about to change. What I do next will determine the Mafia Boss that I will become. Now I am a determined man, and there shall be nothing and no one that will come in my way in my pursuit to claim what is mine.Though if you look at it, what I wish to claim is truly not mine. Therefore one can say, I wish to take something that does not belong to me. But I believe in all of my destiny that I have a right to it. I do not want to share; Christian Caine is not a man that does. I want to be alone at the top; I want it all to be mine. Yes, I have grown somewhat ruthless and a bit power-hungry.Now, in the next few seconds, I will face the man whom I will take down; he is the one that possesses the last piece; with that piece, I will have all of the power of the state in my hands. Yes, this is my desire, and no man or woman will tell me any way otherwise.I am about to set the wheels in motio

The silence has suffocated the room; you can hear a pin drop. The anticipation that one eager finger will trip over its trigger is a possibility that lies high in the tense air of the room. What was a scuffle between gentleman, which I had the upper hand, has now led into a stand-off? And as I scan the room, while I take a gentle spin on my heels, I am faced with some trembling hands that are staring me rather nervously in the face.And as I glance over to my side, I see King, only now getting a hold of his gun; the man surely is slow; if it were a battle between him and me, he would have hit the floor already. Now, if someone is going to hit the floor is yet to be seen. The mere fact that they had the nerve to raise their guns at me would be the very first mistake that they have made tonight.This leads me to advise them of only but two things, “If I was you, and god, I am glad I am not, for if you do not drop your fucking hands, you all will be finding yourselv