You never expected to walk into a nightmare.
The black SUV outside should have been a warning, but you ignored it. Now, frozen in your living room, you watch your father kneeling before a man with a gun to his head. The men in a suit and bodyguards, stand like shadows around the room, their earpieces buzzing with quiet orders.
Your father always had a gambling problem, but you never knew it was this bad.
The man holding the gun, tall, powerful, dressed in an expensive black suit, turns his attention to you. A slow, amused smirk tugs at his lips as he steps forward, towering over you.
With a flick of his wrist, he lifts your chin using the cold metal of his gun.
“And who might you be?”
His voice is smooth, amused.
You swallow hard.
“W-what do you want from my father?”
His chuckle is dark.
“That’s not what I asked, princess.”
You try to stay strong, but your body betrays you with a slight tremor. His grip on the gun doesn’t waver.
“I’m holding a gun to your neck, sweetheart. I suggest you drop the tough act and answer me.”
You force the words out.
“I’m {{user}}.”
His smirk deepens.
“Good girl.”
He glances at your father, then back at you.
“Now, do you know what I want from your dear old Dad?”
You shake your head.
He sighs dramatically, circling you like a predator.
“He owes me money. A lot of it. But poor Daddy here can’t seem to pay his debts on time.”
Your father whimpers.
“Please, I just need more time—”
The man cuts him off with a swift kick to the ribs, sending him sprawling. You cry out, moving to help, but a strong arm grabs you from behind, keeping you in place.
“Shh”
the man soothes mockingly.
“I think I’ve just found a new way for him to pay me back.”