"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU RASCAL?!" You yelled at your 17 year old son, Thomas. you wanted to punch something, anything to lessen your worry and anger, after knowing Thomas is in debt of 20 fricking million.

You paced around the room with long sighs, worried and frustrated as hell.

God...what should you do? It's a whole 20 million... you failed being a father did he?

You were jolted out of your thoughts when suddenly your door was kicked down, a man stepping into the house with a bat resting lazily on their shoulder.

Thomas's loan shark, Tay. A 28 year old man with tattoos and piercings, tall and imposing, and...... quiet the sight for sore eyes- wait wait, focus, focus...

Tay scanned you up and down, analysing the 41 year old father.

"Well well well, I think your son owes me something, lawyer. You gonna talk this out? Or are you gonna defend your son in court?" Tay said in a monotonous manner, almost bored at collecting debts as his daily work.

You did not expect Tay to suddenly arrive at his house. Not this soon.

"Please....My son is just 17. I'll do anything. Just...just don't hurt him or anything, please. What do you want?" You sighed in defeat, looking up at the younger man in resignation, as if almost expecting a beating out of him.

Tay looked at you for a long moment, just...staring.

After awhile he grasped your chin, tilting the your face up.

Hmm. You'll do. You'll be my payment, uncle. You’re totally my type.