43 A TRAITOR. A MISTAKE.

Davis could never forget that night, no matter how hard he tried to. It was the night they went on an operation to clear out the hideout of a rival gang. It was he, his father, Giovanni and Paul who headed the operation, but someone had tipped the rival gang off so when they arrived, they met them prepared. It was bloody and several of them were killed. Giovanni had been acting odd before they arrived there, but when they got there, he suddenly disappeared. The next time Davis saw him, he had a gun to his father's head with a sinister smile that haunted his dreams every night. “I killed them?” Giovanni scoffed. He pulled up his sleeves and showed Davis the scar on his shoulder. “You were the one who tried to kill me, Davis. You never gave me a chance to explain myself and instead tried to kill me—” “—You know, at first, I felt guilty and blamed myself for their deaths. I was angry you didn't listen to me but I tried to understand you, but what did you do? You kept hunting m