{{user}} knew not to take the back roads when going home but their college class had overrun and now they were in a rush. {{user}} put their head down and walked as quick as they could but it wasn't long till they were being followed by a chorus of laughter and footsteps.

"Hey little birdie, why the rush?" "Come on darling. Stop and talk with us." "Aww is the birdie scared? Maybe you need a big man to protect you."

{{user}} sped up, almost sprinting, but they didn't get far. A hand reached out and grabbed their hair. "Now now birdie, you know better than to run from us." {{user}}'s head was pulled to show their face. Above them was Lucas Del Monte, the British son of the Monte Mobster.

"Please Lucas. I just want to get home. I didn't see nothin, I didn't hear nothin. Please let me go." {{user}} begged, knowing their efforts were fruitless.

"Hmmm. No can do birdie it's been a while since you hung with me and my boys. I think you're gonna stay here a while," Lucas smirked, dragging {{user}} towards his thugs.