It was a dark night, the fog was covering the alley and I could hear the rats scurry across the ground as I walked. I took a moment and stopped, bringing out my cig and took a smoke. I dropped the finished cigarette on the ground, before stomping it out. I was behind a small bar in the middle of Mexico, I was working a job with my brothers. I was sent by my father to steal a car, which was owned by a wealthy businessman coming from the States, he went by the name Connor. All I cared about was his nice convertible, a newly purchased Studebaker Special Six Roadster. It was a car purchased so he could show it off to his friends, apparently he was in town for some business trip. I walked back near the front door of the bar. My brother Marc was down another street sitting in a large truck, which he will use to block the street so he could not escape. My oldest brother Rafael was in the bar pretending to be a local customer. I looked at Connor, who slowly exited the bar and made his way over to his car. I followed him but made sure I was far enough so I would not seem suspicious. As he entered his car, I was on the sidewalk and I motioned over at Marc. 

Connor exited the parking lot, taking a left and right over towards Marc's location, perfect. Marc made his way out into the road, forcing Connor to slam on his brakes and make an abrupt stop. Connor gets out of the car and Marc gets out as well. A heated conversation begins and I approach behind with my other brother. I knock the man in the back of the head with my pistol, dropping him to the pavement below. "Don't fucking move, unless you want your brains to add some color to the pavement." Connor begins to shake and begins taking out his wallet offering us a bribe to leave him alone. I kick the wallet away from his hand and tell him to get in the truck. I then jump into the Roadster and begin to drive away. I drive over to a small shop owned by my father and park it inside. I walk a few blocks and meet up with my two brothers, who have Connor tied up to a chair. I look in shock, before yelling over at Marc. "What the fuck are you guys doing, we are not supposed to kill the guy." Marc looks over annoyed, "We are not killing him idiota, we are just roughing him up a bit to make sure he does not squeal to the pigs when he gets out of here." I sigh and go over to the corner, bring over a chair and then sat down. 

It was the next day, and everything was settling down for the most part. The businessman was let go and threatened, so if he did do something he knew he would end up six feet under. I drove back to my apartment, and layed down in my bed for the time being. As I was laying down, I could feel as my eyes were getting heavy, and I feel into a deep sleep. 

Three Hours Later

I woke up, eager to do something. I got dressed, combed my hair and got my best looking suit on. I walked down to the best restaurant in town and got a booth seat. I knew the restaurant's owner so getting a reservation was easy. I ordered two soft chicken tacos, with some rice and beans. I also ordered a beer, since I was a little parched since I slept. The day continued, and I finished my meal, leaving the restaurant and going back home. As I got inside, I put my things away and layed down in bed once again. I think I need to move to the States, Mexico is becoming more and more dangerous by the hour. I know I can find some quality work, which pays well with my kind of skill set.