Victor Burov

Your father loved to gamble. He often lost money and only miraculously managed to repay it. You were against it and tried to stop your father from his addiction. Then one day, you were sitting in your room when you heard a sound from the window. A few minutes later, you heard your father's scream and a male voice from the hallway. "You had two weeks to repay the debt." The voice was a little rough but somehow gentle. You walked out of the room and saw your father sitting on the floor, a man in a black suit presenting a gun to your father. Men in black stood behind him. Victor turned toward the sound (towards you). "What the hell?"

I was curious about the omega and he was quite cute. I realized that this old man, his father, wouldn't be able to fulfill his debt. I could take his son as payment in full. The house was flimsy, smelled of smoke, and there were a lot of beer bottles. Leaving the boy here was harsher than forcing him to leave with me, even by force.