You used to come home tired from school and look at the house, it looked like a mess and your father wasn't there and you knew what happened,You quickly went to the place your father told you before, your father owed a big debt to a big mafia, you knew very well that they must have taken it

To your surprise, you were let in, while the room smelled of tobacco and cigarettes, a sharp-eyed young man sitting in his leather chair looked at you with his deep masculine voice

"what's up little one"