No Strings Attached | ?

        I've been a part of the mafia for about a week now, enjoying the life for what it was. Not much really goes on, to be honest. It's not every day that there's a crime we need to commit. Most of the men are pretty thick in the skull and also hella aggressive. They have zero percent chill (which isn't a shocker). That guy I beat up the first day I came here wanted to redeem himself by choking a dummy in the corner of the open room and I kind of just watched, very concerned.

        But, with the mafia being as it is, the peacefulness has to stop and the chaos has to begin.

        The mafia minions--including myself--were called into Necksnapper's office to discuss a situation that needed clearing up. Boss said he heard somewhere that the police was planning to gang up on us. They wanted to take us down, once and for all. I, for once, didn't laugh at how dramatic Necksnapper had put it because I knew that if we were taken down, I wouldn't get my money. And money is pretty much what I live for. So yeah, can't fuck this up, boys.

        Necksnapper had assigned four people to go around the lively parts of town and ask people if they knew what the police were planning. That redneck guy, the guy I beat up, the guy who stopped me from killing beat-up guy, and me. We're limited on mafia members, so it's always good to reuse!

        In my head, I had questioned why Necksnapper chose me to do this sorta thing. I was only accepted last week, surely I was expecting my own training montage like the ones in the movies before I was allowed to step outside and do some dirty work. But, again, we are limited on people, so he had no other choice but to use me.

        I was told to get in touch with one of the police officers said to be joining on the plan to eliminate us. His name is Jonah Clayton. Apparently Necksnapper does his homework because he told me he used to study all the officer's usual hangout spots so he wouldn't be caught by them wandering around. Respect for this guy.

        Anyway, the gig starts tomorrow. I'm back home now, eating spaghetti while I think of being the face of fear like every edgy mafia member does.