Every Man for Himself: Mobsters in the Attic

“See? And there they are.” Larry claimed as he leaned against the window frame, pointing at how right he always was.

Five silent figures in the dark surveyed the front yard, eagerly stalking a man and a woman that walked off a black SUV parked outside the wide open gate. They looked young. A thin curtain of rain softened the view.

Benny and Vinny stood in the back, quiet. Low level grunts, they had no say in anything. What did they had to gain here today? Nothing. Their minds were spinning the upcoming events, weighing options, sweating.

Everything was going to hell tonight.