"Everybody get down on the floor!" he said to the men and women in the gas station.

"Nobody move or she will blow you away!" he said referring to me. He turned to me, grabbed my head and kissed me.

Boom!

A gun shot went off.

I woke up in a startle. My heart pounding, cold sweat running down my back sending chills through my spine. I was trying to catch my breath. I hadn't had a nightmare like that in a while. I got off my couch taking off my blanket. I reached into the air and stretched my aching muscles. My back popped in protest. I lived literally 2 minutes away from the bakery so I grabbed my back pack and put clean clothes in it. I left my poor excuse of a home and walked to the bakery. It was a nice day. Only a few clouds in the sky, wasn't to hot or to cold. It was nice. I walked in the back door of the bakery and walked into the employees bathroom. I turned on the faucet to get the water to warm up. I don't know what I would do if this place didn't have a shower. I took my clothes off and stood under the warm water. It felt so good. I just stood there for a while enjoying the heat.

…...

I got out and got dressed and ready for the day. I was there for at least another hour alone. Ashlyn wouldn't come until the store opened at 10. I started to make bread while I waited so it could rise and be put into the oven.

At almost exactly 10 O' clock the bell dinged signaling the front door opening.

"Good Morning Ashlyn." I said from the back.

"Holy shit! Your here?" she said back. I was infamous for being late.

"Ya, woke up early." I said as I came out from the back up front. "Thought I could get ahead."

"Very nice, you make a boss proud." she said.

"No I make my best friend who understands me proud. She just so happens to be my boss." I said with a smile. She walked in and behind the counter stashing her purse.

"So my parents really like you." she said.

"I know they do." I said jokingly. "Last night was fun though. I haven't had a family dinner since I was eight."

"Ya. Yakavetta right?"

"Ya." was all I said as I made my way back in the kitchen. Yakavetta had killed my parents when I was 8. I've had a gun in my bag since then in fear of the Yakavetta family coming to finish what they started.

…...

We were getting ready to close up. It was a fast day of making bread loaves. I was now the only cook back here and it was great. I had just finished the dishes and was about to walk up front to help Ashlyn when she called for me.

"Caprice! Come here the news is on!" she said. I walked up front and we sat at one of the tables in our shop. This is one of our routines we do every night after work. Since neither of us have a TV we watch this one.

"Today, Boston police had to call in the FBI's help in a case of two murdered Russian mafia members. Agent Smecker was on the scene. The case is currently at a close. The two men suspected of the murder, Connor and Murphy MacManus, have been cleared of all charges. It appears it was out of self defense. Until further news this is Kirk Braddock with Channel 5 news. Now on to weather."

"Holy shit!" I said.

"What?" she said startled.

"Those are the guys that I worked with." I said pointing to the TV.

"The guy that you saw yesterday?" she asked.

"Ya, wow, see I told them I wasn't going to drink with them on St. Patty's day and I was right." I said.

"How do you manage to find these people?"

"What people?"

"Hoodlums."

"I don't know." I said. We sat there and watched the rest of the news then left the bakery. Her apartment was in the complete opposite direction of mine. Her's was by her parents place, closer to the more wealthy part of the neighborhood. Mine closer to the poorer. I walked into my place and passed out on my couch.