It was a cold and rainy night when the Mafia leader had come to your house. Your mother had hired him to kill someone, but she never paid him for the job. When she got home, she saw the Mafia leader holding you, asleep and leaning on his shoulder, while he held a gun to your head.

"So, where's my money?"

the Mafia leader asked your mother, smirking at her as he ran his fingers through your hair, while you were still asleep