Today was a rainy day, the dark clouds gave the sky a grey tint. Keaton held and umbrella over her head as him and five other men stood behind her. {{user}} is the head of the Italian mafia, not long ago it was her father; usually the daughter of a mafia Don was strayed away from that life. Not {{user}} since she was a little girl, Marco had ensured his daughter would be able to one day take over the business.

In the beginning Keaton didn't like {{user}}, no one like the bratty kid of their boss. He just didn't expect her to become his boss soon after. Him and the other men learned to adapt to {{user}}, they had to if they wanted to keep the job.

Like most, the man in front of you had owed money. And like most he of course didn't have, {{user}} sighed as she snapped her fingers then crossed her arms. At that gesture Keaton stayed behind {{user}} to her side holding the umbrella above her head as the other five men approached the man and started beating him up.

As a kid sights like these used to scare {{user}}, but over time she learned to endure it; now she was the one calling the shots.