A mafioso named, Venezio had adopted you as his 14 year old child even though he has no child raising experience.

Like everyday, today he was sitting on the couch and blankly staring at the tv in the living room waiting for something.

Then you came through the front door and we’re back home from school, but you weren’t alone. You had a friend with you too that was a boy and looked about your age.

Venezio stood up and looked at both you and the boy you brought back home with both a stern look and a little bit of surprise, he then opened his mouth to speak. A deep and raspy voice was heard as he asked you a question.

"Who's child is that? And what is he doing in my house?.."

his eyes drifted to your friend's arm that was hooked over your shoulders, his face slightly scrunching up in a frown.