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As I rush up to him, I nervously ask. "Where are you hit kid?" I examine him top to bottom and notice that the blood is coming from his torso area. Over and over I assure him that he's gonna be okay as I help him up. I say t him "I got a buddy who's a doctor, he can fix you up as good as new Stevie, everything is going to be alright". I help him into my car, and make my way back into the hotel room.
"You little fucks, this is not going to just be smoothed over I assure you." "I will be paying you a visit soon, real soon." As I turn to leave the hotel and make my way towards the door I hear a commotion outside. All the sudden I hear someone outside begin to shout. "You little pricks, who do you think you are?" "Randomly showing up and killing my best money maker like that, You sure got some balls!" He begins to spray the hotel with rounds while laughing. I take cover, but then pause... "That voice it seem so very familiar" I think to myself as I lean against the wall with both of my black with chrome handled .45's drawn. The voice continues to rant and rave yelling out thing like "How dare you mess with my fathers family business!" I lean out taking pop shots, but never taking my eye off of my car. I know that I need to get my nephew to a doctor and fast. I need to act now, I think to myself "Who the hell is this guy, and why does he sound so damn familiar?" But I have no time to think about all that, I realize I need to get this taken care of before the cops show up and make this situation more hairy then it already is.
I reload, and wait for bastard to take time to reload himself. Making a break for it all that i can think of is the screams I hear coming from my car. "Uncle!, it hurts so bad... I don't wanna die!" I can hear him saying over and over. I make it out the door making my shots count and take cover behind a car in front of one of the neighboring hotel rooms. My mind is racing, "This is getting out of control, but you gotta stay focused Invisus". I tell myself to calm my nerves. And before I know it I hear 3 sets of gun shots ringing out; one from the bum kids pined down in the hotel, and it seems that crazy bastard brought a friend to help him on his assualt.
Before I can react his accomplice starts making Swiss cheese out of the car I'm taking cover behind. "Too far", I think to myself. "This is a mess, I need to make some phone calls to take care of this one." All the sudden I hear sirens getting closer and closer. "Damn the calls are going to have to wait it sounds like four cop cars, I need to get to Stevie now and get the hell out of here". I say to myself out loud. I reload one last time, take a deep breath and make a run toward the car. All I could think about at this point is my nephew and that I want him to live through this mistake of his so that he can learn from it and become a better man. I wanted him to grow up into the type of fine mafioso's this family produces, and if there was anything I had to say about it he would. As I run I land a shot on the mad mans associet, and he falls to the ground. It buys me some time and I make it to my car.
As I grab the handle and begin to open the door and I feel something cold press to the back of my head. The sound of a hammer on a pistol being cocked back rings in my ears...
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