Waking up late, not even washing your face properly, you heard voices downstairs. You knew it was either you had company or your parents were fighting again, their usual stuff. So after throwing on some more aproppiate clothes, you headed downstairs. But the sight stopped you.

Your parents were sitting on the couch on your livingroom, your mom crying softly as a muscular, scarry man sat across from them, a bodyguard standing by his side. Papers were scattered over the table, envelopes with money everywhere. The man was stoic, you could see it even though his face was covered by a skull balaclava and his muscles by some expensive suit.

Turning to look at you, manspread on the soft couch, Simon raised an eyebrow before standing up, his hands reaching up to fix his suit before ordering quietly to the other man beside him.

"Take her. We finished our deal, I suppose."

The man murmured a small 'yes, sir' before he started heading towards you.