Prison Break

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Y/n's Point of View

It was 3 a.m., Angelo should be here. I saw a shadow of a man walking down the hall. After a minute of standing, the figure started moving to me. Angelo opened my cell as quiet as possible. He entered the cell and stuck his tongue out. "Ready, Y/n!?"

I smile like a madman. "Oh yeah." I grab the blade and start prying the air vent and slipped through. "Found out that this leads to the outside." I crawl through the metal square, banging my head every other minute. "Got an escape route?" I ask Angelo, getting a small chuckle.

"No?"

"Of course you don't." I roll my eyes. "There, I can see the outsi- woah!" I fell in the cafeteria.

An alarm went off, alerting the guards. "A prisoner in cell block B has escaped." It called out.

"Run!" Angelo yelled, unlocking a door. It led to the outside area.

"Merda! They got automatics!" I yell, escaping the spray of 5.56. "There's a car!"

We run in and hotwire it. The guards had brought out a dog, which left us no choice but to kill it. It snarled at the front of the car, barking at us. "Floor it." I tell Angelo. He ran the dog over in one swift movement.

"Never killed a man, but I've killed a dog." He commented, looking in the rearview mirror.

"Yeah," I trail, "about that." I laugh sheepishly. "I killed two people."

Angelo stopped the car in the middle of nowhere. "Why?" He seemed pissed and sad at the same time.

"Self defense. They were gonna kill me." I respond, looking at my stomach. "The old boss shot me. I told you like 20 minutes ago."

Angelo nodded slowly and started the car. "Let's go." He says, turning his brights on. "We need to get off the grid, we've been exposed."

I look at him with a confused look. "What? What do you mean?" He couldn't answer me. "Angelo, tell me, siamo fratelli."

"Y/n, we-I can't."

"Who's 'we'?" I ask him, looking in the backseat. He still didn't answer. I look forward and see people with weapons. "Angelo, watch out!"

He swerved off the road and halted. "Damnit, they're here." He said, hitting the wheel.

"Who is 'they'?" I ask once again, this time with more authority.

Angelo was about to say something before a voice yelled to us. "Put your hands outside the window!"

I stuck mine out while Angelo held one arm out. "Both arms!"

Angelo took out a prayer card and started saying a prayer. "What the fuck are you doing!?" I ask frantically, seeing the figures approaching the car.

"It's time." He simply said, grabbing an Uzi from the back. He burned rubber and took off, handing me the Uzi. "Shoot!"

I started firing rounds of 9mm at the shadows, feeling the heat build up in the SMG. "What the hell was that!?" I ask Angelo, looking at the blurs in the distance.

"Mafia. We need to get off the grid." Angelo breathed, taking a right. "That was our old group."

"Real shit?" I ask, getting a nod in response. "Thank God we made it out."

"Amen. Now, we need to talk to my friend."

We drive up to a large house, cutting the engine. A man reminiscent of Al Pacino walked out of it, holding his arms out. "Angelo. How are you, my friend?" He hugged Angelo and turned to me. "Who is this?"

I stop Angelo from speaking. "I got this. I'm Y/n Amato, nice to meet you."

The Pacino copycat shook my hand. "I am Alberto." I smile at him and take a step back. "So Angelo, why are you here?"

Angelo smirked. "Weapons. Lots and lots of weapons."

Alberto chuckled and brought a 1911 out of his jean pocket. "Something flashy? Or military grade?"

"Make the move, Y/n." Angelo said, grabbing the 1911.

"Depends, where are we going?"

"London." Angelo looked up from the pistol.

"Flashy. If we gotta kill, we better kill them in style."

Alberto nodded and walked to a garage. He hit a few buttons and stood back. The door opened up to reveal an arsenal of weapons. ARs, SMGs, pistols, shotguns, whatever you want. I was like a kid in a candy store. "I see you're excited, Y/n. Take what you want, I don't like these."

I grab a Spas 12, a Beretta 92FS, and a Beretta ARX160. "Italian guns, eh? Really sticking to your pop's roots." Angelo chuckles, grabbing some guns himself.

"Got that right. Remember that one time he threw my brother into the pool, and he cried?" I ask while laughing. Angelo laughed with me. I wipe a tear off my cheek and clear my throat. "He said 'dad, you're mean'!"

We finish our laughing fit and looked at a confused Alberto. "I'm guessing you two had a past together?" We nod and put the weapons in the car. "Well, I should go. My wife is making dinner."

"Oh yeah, how's your wife?" Angelo asks, hanging on the side of the car.

"Been well, been well. We have been going at i-"

"Daddy!" A little girl ran to Alberto and hugged his leg. He brought her up and carried her. "Hi." She waved to us.

"Who are you, little cutie?" Angelo coos. I smile and walk to them.

"I Bella, who you?" She responded.

"I'm Angelo, this is Y/n." I offer my hand to her. She immediately grabbed my finger and shook it.

"Nice to meet you, little lady." I greet her, getting a toothy grin and a giggle. I smile at her and boop her nose.

Bella smiled and hopped off her father's arms. She ran inside and left the door open.

"We'll let you go, Alberto." Angelo sniffled. "I'm gonna miss you, man."

They brought each other in for a hug and a handshake. Alberto looked to me and smiled. "Keep him safe. He was the first person that talked to me." I shook his hand and smiled.

"I will. It was nice meeting you Alberto."

"You too, Y/n." He responded, entering his house.

Angelo and I get in the car and drive off, making one last send off. "Where's your mom going?" I ask him, soon I regret saying that.

"She, she died. Her bronchitis got worse. Turned out to be a severe case of Black Lung Disease." He said in a low and sad tone. "Ten days after you went to prison."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "We'll get through this, all of it." I smile and get a tear-filled nod.

"Thanks, Y/n."

"No problem, Angel." I say, looking at the shoreline.

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