Dirty Hands In A Clean Suit

In debt

I was on a highway nearly 10 at night having not much of a problem getting around the few cars that exsisted hauling ass in my car with probably 30 bikers behind me weilding bats, chains, machetes etc.
The black cars began catching up behind the bikes when I heard automatic gun fire ring out a stay bullet or something hit the back of my car scaring me when an explosion of a bike or car and loud shouts happened. I looked behind me to see the cars were in the middle of the crowd and behind them smoke came off a motorcycle that had crashed with next to it a couple of bodies. More automatic gunshots range out now flying past my seat and through the front mirror making making my heart stop only to hear more crashing and yelling.
"Hey assholes!! Stop fucking up...MY CAR!!"
I slammed the breaks and turned my wheel beginning to do a donut hitting two of the bikers hard watching as one fell back and the other over my car falling into another biker who I knew I ran over as I heard a loud THUD under my wheels. Regaining my posistion I hit the gas going over the speed limit now passing cars, killer bikers and still on my tail the three black cars weilding Machineguns psychoticlly. Still showing I wasn't fast enough I heard a mirror break from my back and through it a tire-iron as the witness of doing. I slammed my break again before throwing my car into him now pushing and crushing him into a concrete barrier like a Rodeo bull in the pin slamming the rider inti the walls to show its not afraid, but I soon realized this only pinned me even though I had one less biker because now there were probably 10 bikes surrounding me all still wielding wepons bashing my car senselessly when a shot rang out and my body had stopped everything it was doing.
I had been shot in my shoulder by the biker closest to me, he was wearing the old fashioned german helmet with an eye patch covering his left eye but the color of his other was a moss green, he was wearing a half faced mask that had the design of the mouth of a skull weilding a .44 revolver smoking from the end of its barrel.
"We got him boys lets go!"
The bikers moved from their positions around my car and rode off taking last bits of damage from the automatic gunners of the black cars killing two more of their pack ending in a explosion of a bike from the two and me crashing into the back end of a pedestrian that had stopped to hide from the warzone they were pulled into. I had blacked out with the last feeling I had was blood oozing out of my shoulder and the impact of my airbag hitting me in the face. I thought to myself in that void of black that we all have, that moment in our minds are still building our dreams we are about to have so we sit their in the black waiting for it to happen.
"So this is how it ends for me...this is how I die? I get into a fight that im not even supposed to be in with a biker gang and now they kill me for revenge!? FUCK ALL OF THIS!! FUCK DEAN ESPECIALLY FOR THIS!!"
A voice then rang out from the void like someone who had just yelled into a cave. Did I know the voice? Maybe it was Grandmother Roberta and her nurse. I did just leave them god knows how long ago, the dog fight I was in felt like it lasted forever. The voice had rang out again and I felt my shoulder be touched like a hand had just been layed on it, but there was nothing there to be seen.
"You are an idiot boy. But you fought well, sadly for you your now in debt to me. I know your not awake right now and cannot hear me but..."
The voice was now clear and next to my ear saying in clear Italian.
"Benvenuto alla mafia"
Or as I would say it to a person in english. "Welcome to the mafia"
My heart began to race faster than a race car, all the hair on my body stood up on end and I lost my color. I was in debt to the mafia...? Why? How? I didn't ask for their help! They came to me. Not I to them. This is madness!? I can't work for the mafia. I have a family and a job and more things that are good, not wicked underworld killer thing's. What am I going to do about this...this is so screwed up in every way.