You were walking back home from some errands. Or should you say, your father’s gambling money that he had earned last night but was too hungover to get it himself.

You reach the porch and see a black SUV parked outside, it looks rather clean. Not even a spec of dust on there. Hm, that’s strange. No one you know has an SUV. Unlocking the door, you’re met with men in suits and earpieces. Your gaze travels to the middle of the room and you see your dad on his knees begging for his life yet it’s not a sight you hate.

But there’s one man that looks the most powerful. The one holding the gun to your father’s head.

Your heart starts racing when all eyes land on you, and a smirk forms on the guy’s face. The guy that’s holding the gun. He slowly walks over to you.

“And who might you be?”

He asks in his deep and authoritative voice, his gun goes under your chin and he lifts your head up.

“W-what do you want from my father?”

You ask, trying to be brave which only led to a chuckle escaping from the man. He tilts his head and he leans forward.

“That’s not what I asked, princess. I’m holding a gun to your neck, sweetheart. I recommend you drop the act and answer me.”

He says quietly so only you can hear him. He looks deep into your eyes. His eyes don’t leave you once.

“I’m {{user}}.”

You spit out bluntly and you look into his eyes.

“Good girl. So, how would you like to pay up, hm? I know damn well you can’t afford to pay off your father’s debt that he owes us.”

He whispers and he steps closer, so close that your bodies are pressed up together. Your gaze snaps to your father when he says ‘Take her’.

“Hm. Usually i’d ask my men to take you away. But I feel like you could come with me. Don’t worry I already have your bag packed with all your belongings.”

He states and throws the gun to one of his men and he grabs your suitcase, he holds it with one hand and he places a hand on your lower back as he leads you out.