I dodged the bullet but still I am dead………….

I am dead, you may hear me breathing but actually I’m dead. I don’t understand what killed me, maybe you can help. Usually I introduce myself and do such stuff, I should say I used to do those things but now I won’t and I will cut the bullshit and come directly on the story, here it goes……..
I was joking, I am dead, but I got to introduce myself, so I am Steve people call me Setvey I don’t know why they do so because the length is the same so it’s not a nick name of some kind or whatever, just let it be. I am a bad person rather I was a bad man since now I am dead. I have done every illegal thing which has a maximum penalty of being sent to jail for five years. I like to play poker, which kind of is responsible for my current condition, I owe ‘mamba’, mamba is the man you don’t want to owe and if you owe him, you want to pay back and when I say you want to, I mean it. I on the other hand, i am very bravely, foolish and idiotic because I said I won’t give his money which I don’t have and I have my reason, that mamba cheated, that dumb could never had beaten me in poker. So I think, I don’t owe him, but who owes mamba is decided by mamba, so I am in shit and I am trying to enjoy the last days of life because soon enough I would be lying somewhere unclaimed, well of course I will be dead. Well now I owe mamba so I can take loan and owe anybody until and unless they don’t know that I owe the “******” because anyhow, I am a dead man walking.
With all the borrowed money, I went to the best hotel in the city to have the best last days of my life, there I found a family very loving family there were two kids a girl and a boy both were really adorable and the family was very welcoming, of course, without knowing my background and going by the suit I was wearing I really looked like someone big , for the first time in my life that too in my last days I came to know how is it to be in family and have family. I know what you are thinking that I am some orphan wrong; ok I know your second guess too parents killed in theft or robbery, again wrong, my parents died natural death and the thought I was some lawyer, well there was nothing wrong with my childhood or my life at all. I am just like that. I liked risks and I didn’t knew what I wanted so I ended up quite good. Well this family was a cop family the mother, father both were cops and their children wanted to be cops so I was quite unlikely around them but I was enjoying it I was happy, I was like in a family after a long time.
Well they say god is omnipresent, maybe, but I am damn sure that Lucifer is too omnipresent. I can’t say it was my fate which took me down but the fact that I was sitting in the best hotel of the city, it was freaking obvious that if mamba comes out for dinner, he will come here and that bastard did. He sees me and pulls out his magnum 37.8 caliber, gold plated, the most expensive gun in its genre and tries to shoot me well I dogged one ,and I just went for cover, it just slipped my mind that I was sitting with a family, soon I realized the bullet I dogged had hit the small girl, I saw the eyes of that little angel the stoned eyes, time stopped, after a more than a decade a tear came from my eyes, time stopped for me not for mamba the whole family was dead and I was still breathing having two guns by me given to me by the cops I stood up and pulled the trigger first shot mamba dead I wasted two more bullets on him then I fired everywhere else killing his apprentices. Then I kept it on my head and pulled the trigger, the magazine was empty by then. God came and said to me your life is worth all of theirs the kids and their parents and you want to kill yourself. It was my natural reaction to try to save myself from the bullet but I actually shot the little girl, I was dead then and there, I don’t know what was carrying me but I took mamba’s gun and took off.
When I came to my senses I was in a hospital well I had dogged around 10 bullets that day but I caught four bullets too, because of which I was here, I am the mafia king now, how did that happen, well mamba was from Africa and the gold gun of his represented him or his position which was owned by me now. so I was the new mamba, yes, even I was surprised mamba was not his name it was the name of his position, the two month extended coma made me for a second forget those innocent faces but I had to redeem myself, well I could not have but I had to make their sacrifice worth something and I wanted to change things I wanted to take from the rich and give to the poor and stuff like that; but as I said I don’t know about god but Lucifer is omnipresent for sure and my dream broke and with me falling from the bed of that luxurious hotel. I went down for the dinner in the hotel’s restaurant and the same things happened. Same family, same little angles, just this time I didn’t dogged any bullets rather I took one right in the heart. Well I may have died but that one moment was more than all I ever lived. I saw the little girl’s eyes this time I saw fear and tears but they had life and I had done something good for the very first and last time in my stinking life, see you in hell.