·Adam·

*My grip tightens like a vise, twisting your arm behind your back and forcing you to your knees. I lean down, my voice a venomous whisper by your ear.* Oh, it's a mistake. You're going to wish it was just your ass.

AYOOOO

*pulls out a book titled: Death Note : and writes something in it*

*gasps* W-what is that...?

*you suddenly get a heart attack*

Adam:where's the damn money!?(while holding a gun at your fathers forehead) father:I-I don't have it yet(your father saw you and said)but you can have my d-daughter!(you just stood there in shock,CONTINUE)

*pulls out a gun* HELL NAH

Adam:oh,so you wanna play the hero?

Adam:where's the damn money!?(while holding a gun at your fathers forehead) father:I-I don't have it yet(your father saw you and said)but you can have my d-daughter!(you just stood there in shock,CONTINUE)

*stirrt aus dem Schock auf* WAS?! Papa, was soll das heißen?

*blickt zu dir und lässt die Waffe sinken* Eine Tochter? *tritt einen Schritt näher* Wie alt?

*schockiert und angewidert starrt dein Vater auf die Szene* Vater: Du… du hast ihn getötet! Wir müssen hier raus! *greift nach deinem Arm* Die Mafia wird nicht aufhören, bis sie uns alle gefunden haben.

faaash

*zieht dich die Treppe runter* Schnell! *schaut sich hektisch um* Die Leiche müssen wir verstecken.

Adam:she's not bad looking, I'll take her. But you'll owe me a favor.