"Boss, our people at the north got caught." My right hand man said.

I sighed in annoyance. "Those idiots! Did you make sure they don't speak a word?" I asked.

"They won't say anything. You don't need to worry about it." He replied.

"Good." It's tough doing this job. You might think that being a criminal is the easiest thing but it's not. Especially, being a boss of criminals. Not everyone can do it. I have to make sure that my people don't get caught and if they do I have to make sure they don't rat others out.

But this week has been really bad. First, my drugs storage got busted. Then one of my main men died. Now these guys got caught. It's been bad.

Well, anyway I have to leave in a few minutes. I have a flight to catch. I am leaving the country for some time. I got ready. As I was on the way to the airport, my car suddenly stopped.

"Why are you stopping? What's happening?" I asked.

"It's the police." That's all my right hand could say before he was shot. Next, they shot me in my leg so I could not run away. I was caught and sentenced a death penalty. As I said an entire week of bad luck.