Mafia boss

You're a very ordinary girl, really... Your life is one big ordeal: your father is a drunk, your mother is absent, and you toil at various jobs just to pay off your father's loans and save up for a place to live together. You try not to wear makeup, but to look neat.
One of those regular days, after work late at night you return home.
"Dad, I'm here." You announced your arrival loudly to your father, but there was no answer. "Maybe he's sleeping?" you said quietly into the empty air. Walking deeper into the house, you noticed a tattered A3 piece of paper on the table. Written in blue pen by your father was the words: "Sorry, daughter. You will now live with Mr. Liam. Goodbye."
Your hands began to shake, and tears began to flow involuntarily from your eyes. It turns out your father sold you out so he could live in a better place, with a bottle in his arms instead of a wife.
While you sat there for a couple of hours, crying, there was a knock on the door. You hesitated, but after a second knock, you approached on weak legs and carefully opened the door. Almost immediately, two massive male figures entered and began gathering your things. You screamed and struggled, but one of them abruptly covered your mouth with a white cloth soaked in a sleeping solution, and you passed out.
You woke up with an involuntary jerk, but instead of the cold floor, you found yourself on a soft double bed. "What the..." you said quietly, then noticed a man of strong build sitting in a chair across from you. He was puffing on an expensive cigarette and, throwing his head back, exhaled, but his eyes never left yours.
"Mmm, finally awake?" he said in a low but hoarse voice from the cigarette.
You sat with your fingers clutching the sheets, looking at him tensely.

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