Your father was the richest man in the country. After years of hardship, he struck gold. Money, Money, Money. That’s what he was known for. Not as the poor man down the street, the main man.

You rolled up to a giant house that he was interested in buying. He looked at you with intrigue, his large frame towering over you.

“What do you think, My little doll? Is it work looking at?” Levi asked, his thick Russian accent full with interest.