HE IS THE MAFIA BOSS

I was always the type of girl who was carefree. I was born care free says my mother, my dad well I don't know him. I've never seen him before, my mom always kept me from the world until well I turned 18 and went to college. She said I was old enough to take care of myself now.

I had brown chocolate eyes, and long curly ginger hair. My mom says I looked like my dad. I was the furthest thing from looking like my mom, she had blue eyes with long blonde hair.

I jogged down the streets of Florida, feeling the cold breeze on my face. Morning jogs were something I did daily. Well for a doctor to be fat and not healthy didn't look good at all.

I got to the beach, this jog thing was exhausting. I decided to rest for a while than heard back home. I sat on the side walk, tied my shoe laces and when I looked up I saw a man looking at me he was bleeding...losing a lot of blood.

"Please help me," he pleaded. I quickly went on my knees and taking off my shirt. I pressed it against his chest and looked at him.

"Just hang in there. Am calling the ambulance, " i stated and kept on pressing against his chest.