I was walking back home from some errands.I reached my porch and saw a black SUV parked outside my house.W-what… that’s weird. No one we know has an SUV.

I unlocked the door. “Dad, I’m home,” I called, the bags I was holding blocking my vision.I took off my shoes and put the bags down on the floor, then gasped.My eyes widened. I saw men in suits wearing earpieces, surrounding every corner of our little house.

When I looked in the center of the room, I saw my father on his knees, begging for his life.

But there was one man who stood out — he looked powerful, rich, and dangerously handsome. He was tall, at least 190 cm, with a muscular build and striking grey eyes.

He was the one holding a 🔫 to my father’s head.

I’ve always known my father had a bad addiction to gambling, and that he had a few debts…

But I didn’t know it was this bad.

My heart started racing when all eyes turned on me.

The man smirked, and as he did, a dimple appeared on his cheek. When he smiled fully, his teeth showed cute little fangs—not like a vampire, just enough to highlight his handsomeness.