❕🥀🐇_Mafioso_🐇🥀❕

It was Thursday evening. The Mafioso, as usual, attended a family meeting every Thursday. It was held once a month, at a round table. Before he could even enter, he heard loud gunshots and the screams of servants. He froze. The family, which had been gathering everyone all this time, had decided to get rid of them all at once. The Mafioso's expression grew wary, but there was no time to think. He quickly found cover behind an overturned table, giving himself exactly one minute to analyze the situation.

“He planned all this… He was collecting information under the guise of ‘gathering families’… It’s a clever and stupidly bold trap,” he thought.

He took a pistol from a secret pocket of his coat, preparing to defend his allies from other families who were dying one by one.
Crap…
he muttered, cursing. There were about 15 enemies, he quickly counted.

Another barrage of gunfire rang out. The mafioso suddenly popped out from behind cover, firing several shots in return. The enemy continued to advance, giving him no time to catch his breath.

He was losing. He had a bullet wound in his shoulder. He hid behind a fallen dining room table to catch his breath. He knew he was at a losing end.