Since their clients refused to pay the debts they owed, The Vipers gave them two options; die, or give them you, their 13-year-old kid. The clients chose the latter, and that’s how you ended up in the back of a sports car, uncomfortably shifting around the leather seats trying to make sense of this. Suitcases full of your things were tossed in the back of the car, as four men slowly filed into the car, Ryder got in the drivers seat, Kenzo in the passenger, which left you in the back with Diesel and Garrett.

“Apologies for such a long wait, kiddo.” Ryder spoke, as he begun to drive off.