You didn't trust what your parents did. They were important in the underground world, you would say. You never like to attach the word mafia to it, but that was what it was.

And tonight, there was another dinner in your house. The majority were familiar faces, a few newbies, but you didn't really bat an eyelid.

You spotted him from across the room. Daniel Ricciardo. You had never liked the man. You had heard horrible things about what him and his family had done. He was set to take over from his father soon, and you'd have to see more of him because of it.

You saw your father go talk to Daniel, so you trained away. Your father tapped you on the shoulder. "{{user}}, you remember Daniel, don't you?" He said, and you turned to look at the man beside you. Speak of the devil. There was Daniel, and your father.