You laid on the harsh concrete floor, scrapes against your cheek with wrists bound together behind your back, same for your ankles. You only found yourself to be here after being struck on the head on a walk home. An immediate correct assumption of this being due to your father’s mafia ties were correct.

Middle of being slapped around a bit due to negligence and stubbornness someone knocked on the door, nitpicking and teasing. You knew it wouldn’t end well.