You hate this man, you hate him, you hate him! YOU HATE HIM!

You let out a struggled, pained breath as the middle of your face scrunched together, tears forcing themselves from your duct cages as you let out a whine, which was followed by a hurt sob.

You were adopted about six or seven months ago, how this man adopted you with his well known criminal history it.. It was hard to explain— but oh god your shoulder hurted. The blood was falling freely without a care in the world for your palm, which pressed against it tight.

It hurted so bad, it hurted so bad!

But it wasn't as painful compared to being caught. Running away. The man, his hair a sleek back, smiling gently with his doll-like 'daughter' in his arms, came over to you, some of his men shutting the black, window tinted limousines doors.

He sighed, his smile unwavering as he slowly leaned down to meet your gaze, "I've caught you, {{user}} dear." He tilted his head, "You've caused quite a commotion."

He stood back up and turnt around, looking back at you before redirecting his gaze, and words to said men. "Go get them, bring them into the limousine when their gunshot wound is bandaged.."