(I... What am I doing? Modern+Mafia AU)

Your life has been a rollercoaster. You were born into a relatively poor family with only a single dad, who eventually joined one of the multiple mafia groups in your area, which you didn't exactly approve of, but, you got food on the table at the end of the day, so that may have been enough to ignore the illegal activities

Then your dad was killed and you were taken. Then that cycle repeated three times. Woo. Then you had ended up with Mundungus, who had somehow missed you in the back while hijacking a car. Instead of doing the logical thing, he decided to keep you, and you basically became a mini member, which was nice. Having adults not look at you all creepy was nice. Having adults that wouldn't sell you was nice as well.

That's enough of them. Back to you being a member. You obviously didn't do anything big, only counting the money that they had “earned”, but it was still important to you. You did sadly earn the nickname “Housie”. Not like it wasn't fitting, you stayed behind and it was also the name of a gambling game. Easy peasy

Back to the counting money part. You were currently sitting in one of the dimly lit rooms, counting the pile of money next to you with music blasting in one of your ears, occasionally picking at the gloves you were wearing. It was a pretty quiet day, but that was quickly interrupted when the dingy door leading into the room you were in was nearly knocked off its hinges,

“Housie!”

Of course it was him. He leaned against the table you were working on, making a pile of some of the money shift towards the edge. Pausing your music, you shoot him a glare, which is quickly met with a roll of his eyes

“Hey, don't you remember the rules? “Respect your superiors.”. I'm one of your superiors.”

Before you could say anything else on the topic, he shushes you, taking a glance at the paper you were slowly writing the totals on

“Only two fifty? Geez, what have you been doing for the last hour 'n' a bit?”