“My name is Martin Luther Langton, also known as The Barber or Barber Langton. I am hereby writing this letter to Peter White, accepting the charges of murder of Bruce Goldsworthy.”

Hell… my life has been a disaster ever since- ever since that day. I live in New Port… I was removed from the post of a surgeon because of operating under the consumption of alcohol. I had wasted approximately half of my savings on drinking and going to clubs… with this money, I can survive a month, at least. The day that changed my life, it was May 3rd, 1995, I was coming out of the Chill Ferry Club and was walking out through the alleyway when I noticed a strange shadow. It was getting closer... and then when it came near enough for me to identify it, it was a man, he was shot 4 times around his chest. If he was alive I was certain that none of the bullets pierced through his heart. He came crawling to me and asked for help. He wanted me to take him to the hospital. I was a surgeon myself so I did not think that taking a shot man, who had a gun in one of his hands, to the hospital was a good idea.

“Just fix this okay, I’ll give you whatever money you need but just—fix this! Take me to a hospital” said the man.

“I am a former surgeon so I can look into your wounds, and personally, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to go hospital… I mean… you have a gun, right? I replied.

I took him to my car and settled him down in the back seat. He was moaning loudly and I was afraid if someone might notice. When I sat him down, he touched his wound openings and what I assumed was that he is feeling a  certainty that he's not gonna make it. I rushed through the road at my full speed so I could reach home sooner. On the way, the stranger asked me about my name.

“What—aah! This is getting painful! What—what is your name?” asked the man.

“It is Martin, Martin Langton.”

“Well, Martin… you sure are going to be happy about tonight.” He replied.

I took the stranger to my home, I was still feeling a little unsettled as I didn’t ask his name but I stopped myself from the curiosity, as the man had a gun. I did not want him to feel disrespected. I put the guy on my bed and went to my drawer searching for the equipment that I used in my practice. I was able to find a few, so I went in and operated on him. I took out the bullets, put on some disinfectants on the wounds, and stitched 2 of the holes as they were quite large. It was nothing special for me but it seemed to be surprising the guy. Although he was already out because of the chloroform.

As a person, I should not invade other people’s privacy but at that time, my curiosity got a hold of me. I checked the person’s pockets for some identification and I found his wallet, he had around 2000$ in it and a driver's license with his name, his name was Bruce Goldsworthy, the grandchild of Thomas Goldsworthy. He belonged to the most famous and dangerous mafia family. My hand started to shake as I had only heard rumors of mafia existing in New Port but now… seeing the only heir of the Goldsworthy family in front of me made me go nuts. I never expected such a heavy coincidence to happen! I went on searching and was couldn't find any other clue about his identity so I told myself to be satisfied with this.

The night passed, I slept on the couch and I did not know that it was the last time that I would be sleeping on something like this. Around 8 AM, not very early, Bruce woke up. I was sleeping around that time, he already knew that I went through his wallet but I do not know why he ignored it intentionally. He went ahead and came near me, I was still in a deep sleep but then he suddenly whispered in my ear, "Wake up!". I danced off the couch screaming!

"Sorry to scare you, Martin, my body still hurts so I just wanted you to give me a check." said Bruce.

"Okay.. umm.. okay sure." replied I.

I was still in awe as I could not believe my senses that a mafia just apologized to me, well, I went ahead and unwinded the bandages and it all seemed good. I pressed it very softly near the wound and he told me that it's hurting. I exactly knew what was the problem, painkillers.

"The wound is done, it'll heal soon. The problem is that you need a painkiller and unfortunately, I do not have any."

"Okay Martin, I think I will manage it from here." replied Bruce. "Come here, take this money, if you need more tell me, I will make it deliver here soon."

"No no no sir, no thanks. I don't think I will need it."

"You sure? By the way, why calling me sir? You know my name, don't you, Martin? You can call me Bruce. And the point about money, well looking at this place of yours I think you need this money more than anybody."

"No Bruce, it is totally fine, trust me."

"How can I repay you then? You saved my life! It is not something I could let pass! Okay so.. umm.. I know it will be kind of a heavy question but... would you like to join me? Join us?

"Join you? What do you mean? I don't understand, sorry Bruce."

"I want you to become a part of Goldsworthy Family."