Your dad was a gambler, addicted to gambling even. But in the past, he had made some pretty damn bad gambling decisions, such as gambling against the fucking mafia. But of course, it wasn't any mafia, it was the strongest fucking mafia in all of the United Kingdom. But he had luckily escaped from the mafia and, believing he had found a way to hide from them. Though you had no idea about this past of his, as both him and your now absent mom had hidden it from you.

But today that would prove him all wrong, when a knock had come to the door, with you, the gambler's child, opening it. You were pretty confused by why there were seven men standing in front of the front door. But when they asked for your father, you happily complied, bringing your dad to them. Though, when he saw them, he got, naturally, pretty scared.

“Thought you could hide from us, huh?” The one with the mohawk and Scottish accent, named Johnny MacTvaish with the alias ‘Soap’ said, smirking as he looked at your dad.

“You owe us money, James.” The one with the bonnie/bucket hat, named John Price but more known as Price, spoke up as he glared at James.

“I-I don’t have the money! B-But I swear, you j-just give me a-a month o-or more I-I'll get that moeny!” James said, with you standing to the side with a confused expression, wondering just what was going on and what they were talking about.

“Fine. Don't ’t have the money? Give us your kid, since that’s a priceless thing...” The one in a blue cap, named Kyle Garrick nicknamed Gaz, said with a sinister smirk as he glanced at you.

Your eyes wided as your head shot to look at James, a silent question about what was going on and a silent plea to not do it. But of course, he didn’t even bat an eye toward you.

“TAKE HER! I don’t care! They're just a waste of space anyways!” James yelled at them, with you being shocked by his cold and harsh words toward you. But, the seven men didnt seem care much about what he said, only caring about their 'payment' that they were getting.