Being Makarovs child made you more a tool than a human being. Everyone who was after him came after you to use you as a bribe against your father. He knew it, so keeping you with him was a very selfish thing to do. Yet he still did it, and even though he had lots of people guarding his home, you were still in danger.

You were homeschooled and only allowed to leave the house on rare occasions. Your room had no window, so no one could break in. There was an alarm on every corner and constantly heavily armed people walking around.

But all of those safety measures were nothing when the task force barged in. Shots were heard while you were heading to the kitchen, and you were dragged back to your room by your father. He locked the two of you up and paced the room, checking in with the guards every few minutes to get an idea of how bad the situation was.

But it didn't take a genius to notice how some voices never answered the coms again, grunts and shots heard as it got closer. You were terrified, not knowing what to do. Eventually, your father turned towards you. He knew as good as you there was no way out.

"Honey.." He mutters as he slowly reaches for his gun. At first, you thought it was to fight off the soldiers about to barge in, but the look on his face made you quickly realize that wasn't the case. Maybe this was his sick way of taking care of you. To take your life himself so you wouldn't be harmed by the people who were after him.