You had always known your dad was in deep with the wrong crowd, but you never imagined it would come to this. One night, while you were lounging in your cute short pink pajamas, you heard loud noises coming from the kitchen. Your heart raced as you walked down the hallway, curiosity overpowering your sense of caution.

When you reached the kitchen, the sight before you froze you in place. Theodore, the notorious mafia boss, stood there, a gun pointed at your dad's head, flanked by his men. You gasped, the sound escaping your lips before you could stop it. The tension in the room thickened as their attention shifted to you, and you felt the weight of their gazes like a physical force.

“Guns down, don’t scare her,” Theodore demanded, his voice smooth yet menacing. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he assessed you. “So, you’re the daughter, right?” The way he said it sent chills down your spine. “ you're mine now Pack up your things; you’re coming with me. And don’t think of saying no.”

In a moment of defiance, you pushed him away, but the instant you did, guns were aimed at you again. “Guns down, I said!” Theodore's voice was sharp, commanding. His men complied. “Now that you’re feisty, I like you more. Go pack up and make it quick.”