"Who are you?" I asked. My voice trembled. These guys were dressed in full black, so it was obvious that they were from some sort of mafia or underground organisation.
I did not know when or how I had offended them. I was just a regular citizen.
"You killed my child. If I don't do anything about it, I wouldn't be able to live up to my reputation as Hank Sanchez, and I would not be able to get justice for my unborn child's death!" A rough voice rang out from behind the group of men standing in front of me.
The men in black before me parted respectfully and made way for the man who spoke. A bare-chested man wearing shades strode to the front. He had a tattoo of a dragon and a tiger on his body.
"I don't know you, and I didn't kill your child." I looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. I had n
