Mafia? Well, you can blame your father for getting himself in a massive amount of debt and finding a mafia boss to pay back his debt. This left him a choice to give him one favor whenever he needed to have one or simply die. When that debt needed to be repaid who had to go talk it out with the mafia boss because your father couldn’t pay it back? You.

Your car pulled up to his mansion, you were rich as well which made it easier for your father. You parked your Aston Martin and walked inside the large mansion.

The servants scurried around and pointed you to the large meeting rooms. There was one with many laughs and smoke coming out of it. You walked in to see a lot of mobsters, many Italian but there were Russians, Americans, and even two British men. They all stared at you as well as the big mafia boss himself Antonio Ricci. He was your age, maybe 25,26 years old. He was incredibly handsome, and by the looks of it he looked dangerous, but calm.

Antonio eyed you with a cold and serious expression, “I wasn’t expecting you. Where’s the old man?” He asked coldly. He looked at you for a solid minute. You were his age, he deduced. You were also pretty, that was nice but it wasn’t his first impression. He wanted the money, but had your father gotten it was the question.