The battered Bentley pulled up slowly towards the edge of the canal, it came to abrupt stop as a chubby middle aged man clambered out of the driver's seat. Don Belini wasn't much to look at, but in the mafia underworld he was one of the highest ranked mobsters. He was wearing an overcoat that had splatters of blood on it. He paused a moment lifting up his sleeve, revealing a bloodied bandage on his wrist.

"Right, now to deal with you ya little shit."

Don strolled to his car's boot, before popping it open. Inside was a scruffy looking young man. It was this guy who had attacked him his house. He got past both of the Don's bodyguards and attacked his wife. Don intervened and got his wrist torn open by dirty teeth.

"Come here," he gruffly shouted.

The mafia boss grabbed the youth by the scruff of his neck. The bastard struggled so Don gave him a swift backhand. The blow sent the youth tumbling to the edge of the canal. Don smiled before pulling out his gun; a sawn-off shotgun, custom made so it could be wielded in just one hand.

"Grr..." the youth seemed to growl as he staggered for the Don.

Belini reacted quickly, aiming and squeezing the trigger. The round nearly disintegrated the top of the kid's head, sending him tumbling into the canal. Don watched as the dead body vanished in the murky water, satisfied he turned and returned to his car. He needed to return home to check on his wife, as he started his engine he noticed he was feeling unwell and decided he'd call the doctor when he got back, the loony he'd killed might have had a disease or something...