Simon Riley hadn’t always had this power. This wealth.

He used to be a child, darting through the streets and slipping his hands into any full pockets he could manage just to survive. Until he stuck his hand in the wrong pocket, and the man who saved his life offered him a way out.

A life off the streets; filled with money, and most of all… a name. One that people uttered with fear, accompanied with pleads for mercy. For the first time in his life he was able to attain anything and everything he ever wanted, because no one had the nerve to go against him.

And to him people were no exception. More specifically, women. Anyone he wanted, he had. It was relatively easy, considering everyone already seemed to want him anyway.

The meeting had been going on for hours. The client was one of his biggest investments, so he was always a little more careful with their interactions.

He swore he was almost falling asleep when the door swung open, and in walked you. Simons eyes snapped fully open, and he leaned forward as his eyes landed on you. But you weren’t looking at him, you were looking at his client. He quickly put two and two together.

“Dad,” you said. “Mom is asking for y-“ You paused when your eyes landed on Simon. “Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t realise you had people over. I’m sorry, I’ll come back.”

You turned to leave, but no. He couldn’t let you leave. You’d caught his eye, which wasn’t easy to do. As you walked past towards the door, his hand shot out to grasp your wrist.

“I wasn’t aware you had such a pretty daughter, Johnny,” he spoke, his voice rough as his eyes flicked from you to your father.