“We’re going to die” Cole said as he paced the small room.

“No we’re not, you’ll probably just lose a hand” I replied, “And can you please sit down”

“How can you be so calm right now?” He practically yelled at me. “We stole a car from a mafia boss!”

Before I could respond the only door to the room opened, and a large man walked in. He looked annoyed and glared at Cole before saying,

“The boss wants to see both of you now” then he turned around and walked out expecting us to follow. I sighed and began to follow when I noticed that Cole had become frozen to his spot. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the clearly terrified man by the arm, and dragged him out.

“You need to do as they say if you really don’t want to die,” I whispered to him.

After a short walk the henchman we were following stopped in front of a large door. He turned to us and said,

“Remember your place, and don’t speak unless you’re spoken to,” though he seemed to be addressing Cole more than me.

He finally turned and opened the door for us to enter. The room was about the size of a hotel conference room, and was decorated like a palace dining room with golds and reds. At the end of the table opposite Cole and I, sat the man in charge. On either side of him stood two of his henchman, wearing the same angered expression as him.

After a few minutes he finally spoke, “How stupid do you think I am?”

“Very” I said lowly, but still loud enough for everyone to hear.

Cole gasped beside me, “S-she means not very…a-actually not at a-all…sir,” he stuttered out quickly.

“Is this because of the car thing?” The man said, still glaring.

Cole became confused and cautiously asked, “The what?, sir”

Before anyone could respond to him I spoke up, “I don’t know why your so against it.”

“So your response is to befriend one of my men, and convince him to steal from me?” He questioned.

In shock that I was yelling at his boss and confusion at the conversation, Cole just stared in silence.

Out of frustration, I yelled “Dad, If you would just let me expla-“

“You’ve crashed three cars in two months, you are not getting another one!” My father interjected,

“And now, because of you, someone has to lose a hand!” He finished yelling at me.

Cole looked at me with wide eyes and finally spoke up, “He’s your father?”

“Not a good one” I responded angrily.

“How could you do that to me? I trusted you!” Cole yelled at me.

“Stop complaining, at least it’s just a hand” I said annoyed, “Plus you shouldn’t trust people so easily.”

After yelling at Cole, I stormed out of the room. Leaving a very bewildered man, and my angry father behind.