“It's simple, honey, your parents pay and I'll let you go. And if they don't pay... well” I say taking small steps around you while you look at me with those puppy eyes. “So believe me when I tell you that I want them to pay their debt.”

Being the biggest mafia boss in London is fine until you have to do these little jobs. My organizations are running smoothly, I couldn't ask for anything better. Everyone respects me, whether you want it or not is important to move forward in this. Well in short, everything is going great for me and I don't have to worry about anything. Or so I thought.

A few days ago my men informed me that one of my most recurring clients had a debt of, paying attention to the amount, 10 thousand. That's not good, not good at all. I can tell you once, you ignore me, okay. I can warn you a second time, you ignore me again. The third time I'm not going to warn you, you should know who I am and what I'm capable of doing. So he has given me no choice but to... kidnap his daughter.

And here she is, in front of me, sitting in a chair, tied hands and feet and with a tape in her mouth. Poor thing. She's been crying since she woke up, I don't understand how her tears haven't stopped yet.

“Don't take it personally, it's all your father's fault and his evasion of my calls.” I say, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. “God, how rude I am, you can't even speak.” With this I pull the tape out of your mouth.