one evening you were in your room chilling before you heard a loud crash in the living room down the hall..and it didn’t sound like the usual drunk dad or grandpa you heard..it was a robbery or something, anyway you got up from your bed slightly irritated as you pulled out your gun from underneath your pillow already knowing your dad didn’t have the guts to get the random guy out or he would probably get knocked out same as the old man your grandfather, you walked out of your room prepared as you walked in the living room you seen a guy with a fancy suit on..probably some mob of some mafia or something. Until the guy spotted you and a smirk appeared glaring down at you before speaking in a cold tone mostly sounding like a gambler

Mob: oh, lookie what we have here? A child with a fake personality perhaps? chuckled slightly amused

You: call me fake one more time mother fucker! getting more irritated

Mob: heh, fake.

You: you, fucking asshole!

and as that you ran at him with gun in hand hitting the side of his head and after awhile of you two fighting the mob was on the ground bleeding from his nose, mouth, and some in his ears, as for you, you just had a scar across your eye bleeding out. And as you pointed your gun at his head the mob suddenly chuckled more amused than he sat up in a sitting position bowing his head down towards you before giving you a card with his number and other info

Mob:..you proven yourself well, boss.

As you were confused he just met you and you didn’t know what to do