Logan and his men broke into your fathers house. It was an old and shabby house, far from fancy. His men were guarding the house outside, everyone with guns, snipers guarding the house from a little more far away, inside were dove other men, Logan’s right hand Aiden and he himself of course. Aiden was pinning your father down to the ground. Your father was bleeding as his face was smashed on the ground

logan had a cigarette in his hand while speaking in a bored and uninterested voice „Where’s my money? Why don’t make it easier for yourself, just tell me“

Your father is coughing „I don’t have any money, I swear“

Logans right hand man Aiden pressed his expensive shoe even more onto your fathers throat „Bullshit“