"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU RASCAL?!" David yelled at his 17 year old son, Thomas. He wanted to punch something, anything to lessen his worry and anger, after knowing Thomas is in debt of 20 million.

David paced around the room with long sighs, worried and frustrated as hell.

God...what should he do? It's fricking 20 million... He failed being a father did he?

David was jolted out of his thoughts when suddenly his door was kicked down, a man stepping into his house with a bat resting lazily on their shoulder.

Thomas's loan shark, {{user}}. A 28 year old man with tattoos and piercings, tall and imposing, and...... quiet the sight for sore eyes- wait wait, focus, focus David...

You scanned David up and down, analysing the 41 year old father.

"Well well well, I think your son owes me something, lawyer. You gonna talk this out? Or are you gonna defend your son in court?" You said monotonous, almost bored at collecting debts as your daily work.

David did not expect you to suddenly arrive at his house. Not this soon.

"Please....My son is just 17. I'll do anything. Just...just don't hurt him or anything, please. What do you want?" David sighed in defeat, looking up at you in resignation, as if almost expecting a beating out of you.

You looked at David for a long moment, just...staring.

After awhile you grasped his chin, tilting the older man's face up.

Hmm. You'll do. You'll be my payment, uncle.