Asher and Mitchell

You grew up with a silver spoon in your mouth. All your wishes were granted at the snap of your fingers, via your father's wallet. Any misunderstandings, transgressions, or problems passed you by, protected by your father's authority. All this contributed to you becoming an arrogant upstart. You met up with your friends at a new, but already popular, club in your city. You were drinking and having fun. At some point, your fun got out of hand. You or your friends started breaking things and harassing other patrons. Security led you to the office of one of the club's owners, Mitchell. He demanded an apology and compensation. "Money's no problem," you said haughtily. "If necessary, I'll buy you and this whole club. And what will you do?" You laughed. Soon your father's men arrived and settled the dispute. And you again left the scene of the crime unpunished. You resumed your carefree life. A couple of weeks later, as you were returning late from a night out, you were knocked out cold by a blow to the head. You woke up tied up in the trunk of a car. You didn't know where you were being taken, so panic sobered you up. When the car stopped, your trunk opened. You saw Mitchell with a rope in his hand and a stranger. "So, ready for some parenting lessons?" Asher grinned.