Becoming the Mafia Don's Pet

"I'll pay you back. I swear." My father's voice rings out through the large living room of our five-bedroom mansion, his ears and nose red from shouting and begging for his life. His face is turned towards the ground, not looking at the person he was pleading with.

My father, Andrew Collin and the rest of my family, which included my mother, my younger sister, my younger brother and I kneel down on the ground amidst our furniture, a deadly cloud hanging over us and suffocating us, threatening death. Still, we stay put, neither of us bothering to even think of an escape at the moment because we know that if we do, we would all die.

Three men tower above us, one of them sitting on one of the chairs while the other two stand behind him like minions. They have sneers combined with smirks on their faces and what I could only assume were loaded guns in their hands. Their eyes are trained on us, somehow taunting us to try and make a move so that they would have a reason to react. None of us were that stupid.

"Come on now. We've given you six months and still you haven't paid back half of what you owe. The Costello family doesn't take kindly to swindlers, Mr. Collin. You of all people should know this." The man who sat down, says clearly, the scar on his mouth prominent with every word he spoke.

"I know and I am sorry for the delay. Things at the company got held up especially with the federal audit and the lawsuits. I just haven't had time to get the money out from the company coffers but..." My father pleads his case but is cut off by the man with the scar.

"Too many excuses Andrew." He shouts as one of his men shoots the glass table in the middle of the room causing it to shatter and us to flinch at the sheer power of the weapon in his hands. They want us to feel fear and we do. I scoot over to my little sister, Natalia and hold her hand as a comfort to stop her from trembling. Her lip quivers and I can tell that she is trying her best to keep herself from crying. I glance at my junior brother who just stares off into the abyss as if he wasn't in the room with us. He’s in shock and who could blame him when these men burst through our doors in the middle of the night and threatened to kill us all.

I turn my gaze back to our father. A man who was at the top of his game in the business industry. Someone who had won awards and was revered for his business prowess. A man who always taught me never to bow down to anyone. The man who now kneels at the feet of these men, begging as snot rolls down his nose. I am