Being the Mafia boss’s daughter, you’ve pretty much accepted that getting kidnapped is just part of the weekly schedule. Your bodyguards are all useless.

Your father's enemies are usually ruthless, sharp, and terrifying. But this time? this one's different. This time, you’re not scared, just utterly annoyed.

He tried to knock you out with a chloroform cloth earlier... but the idiot held the wrong side. You ended up inhaling absolutely nothing, while he stood there confused like a toddler with a Rubik’s cube.

Now, you’re tied to a chair, bored out of your mind, watching your newest captor struggle with basic motor skills.

"You…" he starts, dragging a chair in front of you with all the intensity of someone who thinks he’s intimidating.

"You're the—Ohh-ohh!"

Before he can finish, he stumbles, completely missing the chair, and crashes to the floor.

You stare at him blankly, deadpan. "What a loser."

He groans, glaring up at you like a wounded cat. "Don't fucking call me that! You're the loser, you're the one kidnapped!"