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I quickly sprinted to the other side of the street, hoping for dear life they would notice me. But they did, I ran right into one of Tony Sparano's men. The man was a stocky guy, about 6'3, with his hair slicked back wearing shades. I was nervous, hoping the man wouldn't take me and make me talk to Tony one on one. I guess I was wrong, he viciously grabbed me by the arm, I tried to fight back but the guy was too big. But I kept trying and trying until the man took out a small handgun and pointed it right at me, hiding his gun in front of his stomach so no one would she the gun. I gave up, he took me to his all black Cadillac Escalade and threw me in the back seat where I saw two other guys. The two men looked exactly like the guy that attacked me but had different hair styles. They didn't say a word to me, then I looked at the front where the driver was, and in the passenger seat it was him, Tony Sparano, the man who I owe $10,000 for immigrating me illegally into the USA from Italy.

He said in a stern voice, "When am I going to get my money, you've owed me for a month now and I'm getting sick and tired of waiting."

I said, "Tony, believe me I will pay you back by tomorrow."

"If you don't pay me back by tomorrow I swear you won't make it through the day without living."

I gulped, "Don't worry you'll get the money by tomorrow, I swear it."

"Alright then, get out my car and get my money back, don't forget about what I said would happen if you don't pay me back."

"Yes sir, I remember."

"Good."

I left the Vehicle. As they drove away I panicked, not knowing how I would get the money, not knowing if I would live to see the next day and see my family. All I had on me is half as much that owed Tony, which is $5,000. I thought for a moment of how I would get him the money. Then I thought of gambling all my money away for a desperate attempt to easily get the money, but then I thought of the consequences of losing my money, I would either be dead or if he couldn't kill me maybe my family, and I wouldn't let him kill my family for what I did wrong. I guess I would have to gamble my money, that would be the only way to get the money and pay him back by tomorrow.

I then went to the nearest bank and withdrew all my money and went to the casino up the street in Las Vegas (which is where I lived now after I was immigrated from Italy). The Black Jack table, the only game I was most familiar with of how to play. I put all my money on the table.

The dealer asked, "Are you willing to gamble all this money?"

"Yes, yes I am why are you asking?"

"Was just curious because that is a lot of money you put down."

"Like you don't see rich people put down money like that daily at the casino?"

"Yeah I've seen people that have gambled this much, just isn't a everyday thing you know? Well, do you want to play the game or what?"

I said, "Yeah, of course."

The dealer had cashed my money for chips, while he was doing so I kept thinking this game pretty much determines my life. If I lose this I am most likely going to be dead by tomorrow. He passed out my cards. I had a pair of 5's.

The dealer asked, "Hit or stand?"

I nervously said, "Hit."

He passed me the card, It was a king that means I have a 20, so if i were to get a number over a Ace I would lose.

I immediately said, "Stand."

I showed him my cards, which was two 5's and a king. So I had a 20.

The dealer showed me his cards, He had a ace and a king, he won. I went in a depression as he took my chips, I thought to myself I'm a dead man. I walked home thinking of my family that all lived in Italy, the only reason I came to the USA is so I could get a good job that I can make some decent money for my family, not for this. When I went home that night lying in my bed I just said to myself if it is my time it's my time. I kept wishing I could contact my family but I didn't have service to do so. That night I feel asleep in my warm bed thinking of all the good things I had done for my family and what I've risked for them, knowing that my family would always love me for what I've done for them I hadn't been as stressed, I knew I had to man up to my consequences, and that night I had never woke up again.