Tommy:

He tends to freeze when he sees people die up close. And so when the BANG came he froze completely. He only moved when you slumped forward, hitting him so he stumbled back then quickly took his pistol. He aimed it to the shooter, pulling the trigger without thinking while crouching down; yelling your name and that it's gonna be okay. He took your arm, groaning as he pulled you behind a car while still shooting, well he would but the gun was out of bullets so nothing happened.

He failed to put the new bullets in many times as he was trembling so bad. But he didn't hear any more shouting causing him to peek around the car. The shooter laid on the street, motionless. Just like you. Tommy was quick to cover your wound, yelling your name then quickly breaking the car window then unlocking it. He put you inside then drove to the doctor with such speed he almost crashed few times. But he didn't care. Only one thing mattered now: making sure you live.

That hope was useless. He knew it the second he saw you didn't move anymore while lying against the car, but he couldn't just give up hope that quick. You have to still be alive! He begged the doctor to fix it, even though he knew there was no way to fix it. He spend a good few minutes, maybe hour or two even, just crouched aside you, face in hands; sobbing the first few minutes then it was just silent remeniscing, pondering on what to do now, how he will continue. He thinks this was the moment he knew for certain he has to make contact with the FBI to get out of here.

Paulie:

Everything was good. It was fun, there was laughter. The guys were celebrating, with some partners on their hips. So Paulie brought you, of course. Sam advised against it but Paulie didn't care. He should have listened. Because not even a half hour when suddenly BANG!

Paulie stared as the person aside him, you, was now gone. He looked down. His cries broke the shocked silence in the room immediately. He sobbed like a child, falling to his knees, his hands trembling over your head, where blood leaked out the hole on your forehead. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close: holding you tight and crying "nooo, this can't be! Fuck!". Sam angrily shouted this is why he should have left you, so Paulie screamed back he just wanted you to come have a fun time as well. Tommy was quick to crouch aside Paulie, hurriedly telling him they have to go as more bullets are flying in. Paulie refused to leave, so Sam and Tommy had to drag him by his arms, which was hard as Paulie flailed like crazy.

Once the shooting stopped the don send some guys to get your body and even paid for a proper burial for you. Paulie's whole body trembled as he watched your coffin go in the ground. Tommy put a hand on his shoulder, causing Paulie whispered; "They will pay. They will all fuckin' pay!". His planning after the funeral was simple: get revenge then end his own life as this life sucks and he just wants to be with you again.

Sam:

You were telling him at some diner booth about a trick you learned where you put paper on top of a glass full of water and it won't spill. He shook his head with a chuckle, calling bullshit on that. You laughed and promised it's true and you will show him. He watched you stick up your hand to call for a glass of water, looking for a waiter.

BANG. Your body suddenly jerked. Your head moved slowly to look at him then down to your own chest. There was a hole, leaking out tons of blood. At first everything went slow but then it went all so fast as your head swung forward. It smacked onto Sam's hand as he had jumped out the booth to start shooting back and be aside you. He got the man, which by then everyone had cleared out the diner. He called for you to stay with him, cursing under his breathe as he hooked your arm around his shoulders and slid you out the booth. He dragged you, cursing and apologizing, blaming himself, saying how he knew this was a fucking mistake. As he put you in the car he told you this is why he never takes you out, but then he put it back on him; cursing he should have known this would happen.

He drove as quickly as he could, speeding through each red light and barely braking before taking turns which send the car almost flying or crashing a few times. He held his right hand firmly over the wound, assuring you this will be fine. Eventually he made it to the doctor.

As he parked the car, he announced you have arrived. His head turned to yours but then snapped back forward and just stared ahead. Your was hanging down, eyes and mouth open. He called your name, his hands not leaving the steering wheel, only clenching it harder. He felt as if he could break it as he called your name again. Nothing.

That day the doctor exit his house to find a man sobbing against his steering wheel with a dead body aside him.

Vito:

He was driving, you were playing with the radio; singing along loudly to purposefully teasingly annoy him so he was laughing. He kept glancing at you to watch that gorgeous smile on your face, how you happily moved your body a bit to the music. He looked back to the road.

BANG! His foot pushed the gas without thinking, having gotten into this shitty situation enough to know the drill. But always alone. And there's a reason for that. He couldn't look. He felt the blood splatter on the side of his face, he felt your body slump to the side; hitting his shoulder and now laid awkwardly against him. His eyes filled with tears, gripping the steering wheel so tight he thought it would break. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" was all that he could think, and whisper. The song played in the air, and he wanted to smash the on/off button to silence the damn thing but he couldn't move his hands, only side-to-side to avoid crashing. Though that seemed like an intriguing thing to do now. He dealt with plenty of dead, so much, yet he couldn't look at this one. He couldn't process and handle this one.

He drove, and drove, and drove. He didn't stop for red lights; he didn't dare stop. Never once looking at you. But in the end he had to stop, and he did it at Joe's. He just sat there. So long until Joe came out his place and recognized so opened the car, jokingly asking if he's drunk but then fell silent at what he saw. Slowly he pulled his friend out the car, whispering "come on buddy, I'll deal with this, get inside". Vito mumbled "they are dead..." so Joe nod a little as he guided him to the front door then promised he will deal with it. Vito entered but didn't move from the entrance, just stood there then slowly slid down the wall and just sat there, wondering why everyone dies around him, until Joe returned to help him upstairs and tell him what he did to your body.

Joe:

Both walked down some stairs, laughing at a dumb joke he made. A man walked upwards so you two moved aside, but the man suddenly dig into his pocket and aimed to Joe. Out of reflex Joe hit the man's hand away. BANG! The man held a gun, and due to pushing it away it ended up swinging to you. Even the man looked shocked, if not as shocked and traumatized as Joe. Joe was quick to catch your falling body and put you down softly, whispering it will be okay as you gurgled out sounds, so much red liquid leaking out your neck and mouth. He clenched your neck, stumbling over his words. The man ran away so Joe yelled for him to stay where the fuck he is. He wanted to chase but then remembered he can't so he clenched your neck more causing you to began flailing so he quickly unclenched. He didn't know what to do! He couldn't clench more. He can't run for help or you'll bleed out! So he began shouting for help. He never shouted so hard, and so people came rushing then stared in terror at the sight. He yelled for them to stop looking and call the ambulance.

By the time the medics arrived you were motionless, not a single sound leaving you, so cold and pale. Joe had his head against yours, tears streaming down, whispering he never wanted this. He gave your temple a soft kiss, whispering he's so fucking sorry. His tight grip slowly loosened then slid off you. He stared at you then watched your body being lifted and put away.

His life after that just went downhill. He drank every second, ate so much junk, refused to do work, refused to listen to his friends. His reason for living is gone so why should he care anymore?! Thatw as until Vito came and argued he can't just give up like that, that he can at least try to get the bastard. So after some thinking Joe decided, "Yeah, I'll do that" and so his main thing in life simply became that, all his focus went to that.

Henry:

He held you close. It was such a nice moment. Both swayed to the calm music playing at this place. It was dark outside, temperature where it isn't too warm but neither cold, the atmosphere romantic, and the mood so calming. It was all so perfect.

Too perfect. He twirled you, both chuckling at the sudden action- BANG! He stumbled forward as you suddenly weighed so much and fell backwards. He cursed, eyes scanning your face then your body. Your face was motionless, though your eyes flickered a lot, lips quivering to say something but nothing left you. His hands flew to push on your chest, as that was where the blood leaked out: decorating your clothes a new color, which only spread further. He wanted it to stop! He pressed harder, promising you it will be okay. Your mouth moved more, gasps, so he assured you there's no need to speak and to save your energy.

The gunshots went again. Now he only realized how many were screaming and rushing. He quickly wrapped his arms around your shoulders then dragged you away, groaning and cursing. He got you to a telephone then called Vito, yelling for him to get here with his quickest car.

He dragged you the whole way out, where Vito just arrived. He threw the door open then put you inside before getting in himself, yelling at Vito to step onto that fucking gas and get to El Greco.

El Greco could not save you, because you weren't even alive anymore when you were put on his table. El Greco stared at you then looked to Henry, declaring he's sorry but he can't resurrect anyone. Henry cursed, kicking a cabinet away, yelling curses then pointing to Vito, yelling this isn't the end of it then stormed out.