"Where am I"? Lincoln thought to himself. After the events of last night, all Lincoln could remember was the cabin exploding and passing out. But now barely waking up, he couldn't tell where he was, or how much time had passed. A bag was over his face, restricting his vision, and he could feel his hands tied behind his back with zip ties. Although he couldn't see anything, he could tell that wherever he was, was hot, and it felt like he was moving. Faintly, he could hear the occasional car driving. It seemed he was in some sort of trunk of a moving vehicle. The fear began to rush in, and he attempted to scream for help, but his mouth was gagged with a piece of cloth. His entire body ached in pain from the fight with Taylor, and all of his energy was used. With the little freedom his fingers had, he attempted to feel for something that could get him out of the current predicament that he was in, but instead, he felt the arm of someone laying beside him. Lincoln couldn't tell who it was, but someone was definitely in the trunk of this car with him. After a few moments of struggling, the boy eventually gave up, and just hoped to God that whatever was going on, or wherever this car stopped, he would find some way out.

After a few moments, he could feel the car come to a screeching stop and hear the faint sound of people outside. Suddenly, the trunk opened, followed by the cool breeze of the fresh air.

"Take the girl, we'll take the boy", one of the men said. Lincoln could feel the person beside him be lifted out of the trunk and taken away. Shortly after, he felt the rough hands of two men grab each of his arms, and lift him out of the trunk. They threw the boy on the pavement, sending a shock of pain throughout his body. The two men then picked him back up and began to drag him through the doors of some building. Lincoln could feel that he was being dragged through the corridors of a cold dark place before he felt his whole body being pushed down a long flight of stairs. After a painful five seconds of feeling his already damaged body being broken with each step, he finally hit the hard concrete floor that waited for him at the bottom. If it wasn't for the gag, he would be screaming and crying right now. Without any time to recover from the fall, he felt the rough hands of the two men lift him onto his knees, before removing the bag that covered his face.

Lincoln could see that he was in a dark empty basement, with only a flickering light bulb emanating a small source of vision. That's when he noticed kneeling to his left was Taylor, also bound and gagged. She looked over at him with a look of fear. Her mascara was leaking all down her bloodied face. Directly in front of them was a young man wearing a black dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up, black slacks, and black dress shoes. His black hair was slicked back, and his mustache was trimmed perfectly. He was sitting on a metal chair directly under the light, and in his hands was some kind of pistol. Tattoos were visible on his forearms and neck, and Lincoln could only assume that his whole torso and arms were covered in ink. He stared at both Lincoln and Taylor with cold dead eyes, not showing any emotion. Just staring. Standing to his left and right were two men in black suits, both wielding large pistols. Lincoln couldn't see their faces, since the little light from the flickering light bulb didn't reveal much, so their faces, along with the rest of the room, were shrouded in darkness. Still, he could faintly see that more men were present, standing in the back of the darkness in the room.

Both Lincoln and Taylor were now beyond scared. They were confused, tired, and just wanted to go home. They didn't know where they were, who these men were, and even what time it was. Taylor was regretting letting her anger take over her, while Lincoln was wishing he never went out of his house. As the two were lost in their thoughts, they suddenly stopped and paid attention after the man sitting in front of them spoke.

"Do you know who we are"? He calmly asked. Both Lincoln and Taylor slowly shook their heads. The man just stared at the two kids with the same dead look, not reacting at all to their response. "Do you know what was in that cabin you two blew up"? he asked calmly, not changing his demeanor or tone. Both Lincoln and Taylor shook their heads again, not understanding what was going on. "We're a subsection of the 54th Mafia of America. The place you just blew up was one of our drug houses. You two just destroyed over two million dollars worth of meth", he explained, his voice growing a bit angrier. Lincoln and Taylor both looked at each other with wide eyes, then back to the man in front of him. Immediately they tried to talk at the same time, panickily muffling through their gags as they tried to explain that they didn't know. Without any warning, the man in the seat raised his gun and shot at the floor in between the two kids. Both Lincoln and Taylor immediately froze up in fear, not daring to make a peep. The man just sighed and began to scratch his head with the barrel of his gun. "If you two kids couldn't tell by the gags in your mouths, I don't care if you knew or meant to do any of that or not. The fact of the matter is, you just cost us two million", he said calmly. It was clear that nothing was phasing him. He took a deep sigh, before snapping his fingers. As if on cue, the man two his left pulled out a sheet of paper, and handed it to him. He stared at the paper, and after a few seconds, he began to read the contents of it. "Lincoln loud, lives on 1216 Franklin Avenue, Royal Woods, Michigan. Son of Rita and Lynn sr. Brother of 10 sisters, Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lucy, Lola, Lana, Lisa, and Lilly. Nephew of Ruth, and grandson of Albert, who currently resides at the Royal Woods nursing home", he read. Lincoln was now panicking, as the man kept reading. These people knew his family, where he lived, where he went to school, who his friends were, and their families too. After the man was done reading, he then turned his eyes to Taylor and began reading her details as well. Her address, her family, her school, her friends, everything. Just like Lincoln, she was now terrified as she realized the gravity of the situation.

Once the man was done reading the paper, he folded it up and placed it in the pocket of his shirt. Then, in the most deadpan and emotionless tone, he said "If it was up to me, I would just have killed you two, and every name on this list". The words and his lifeless expression made both Taylor and Lincoln's stomachs drop. It was now apparent to them that this was not a game. This was not something they could talk their way out of. This was way beyond school bullying or family drama. These guys were for real. These were actual criminals.

"But...lucky for you it's not up to me. It's up to someone else. And that someone isn't too keen on just killing a bunch of innocent people, especially a shit ton of children, for a small setback that two dumbass kids accidentally caused. And believe me, you little peasants, that two million was only a small setback. Something we can get back in a week", he explained. He stood up from his chair and walked over to the two terrified children who were kneeling in front of him. "However, that someone does agree that you're liable for these damages. As punishment for it, you two idiots are going to help us get it back", he said grinning at the two kids. He pulled out two flip phones from his pockets and proceeded to place one of each in both Lincoln's and Taylor's pockets. "Those are burner phones. Our number is in them. Now and then we will either call or text you two with a job that you'll help us with...until your debt is paid. Oh, and if you tell anyone, especially the police, then we will harm your loved ones of course". He explained, his grin now turning into a creepy smile. Both Lincoln and Taylor just stared up at him, trying to process what he just said. The man turned his attention to Taylor. "Don't give me that look, you should be grateful. We were originally just going to use you as a sex slave, so be happy that this was the ultimate decision. Anyways to be honest we don't expect y'all to make the money back. If anything we're just kind of expecting that you two will just end up being killed or arrested on one of these jobs, most likely the first one. Either way, you make the money, you get killed, or you end up in prison as someone's bitch, consider your debt paid", the man said turning around and laughing. He snapped his fingers and the bags were immediately placed right back on Taylor and Lincoln's heads. "Don't call us, we'll contact you", the man finally said, before both Lincoln and Taylor could feel themselves being dragged out of the building and being placed back into the trunk of a car.

Little did both realize, the hell that they just got into.