Look into my Eyes, My Mafia King

It was a bright sunny day that filled the air with a summer's breeze. But today was the day my whole world came crashing down. Tears streaming down my face, anger roared in my heart. "No, Daddy, you can't possibly force me!" I yelled through gritted teeth. "I'm sorry, but I have no choice, Mia... " My father's voiced rang in defeat. " Only if I could turn back time. Only if I wasn't so drowned in my gambling... I wouldn't have to turn to this situation.." His head shook. My father Milo was a big gambling addict. Throughout the years, he has gambled his life away. As his daughter, I had worked multiple jobs, always trying to pay off his debts. We've moved multiple times trying to avoid his debtors, hiding in secrecy in fear of being found. There was a time when Milo was beaten half to death and even had one of his fingers cut off due to his addict. Yet, time and time again, Milo has never learned his lesson. "They're waiting outside for you, Mia... I - I am sorry, but I promise you I will earn enough to get you back, honey." Milo grabbed onto his daughter's hands while shaking it in regret. "Dad, I am disappointed in you... How can you earn 10 million dollars to get me back when we can't even feed ourselves due to you always gambling!?" I screamed as tears started rolling down my cheeks. Just then, the front door to our apartment flung open. Four men dressed in a black suit barged in. One of the men who had a beard with a goatee hair cut drew his gun at us. While the other three of the men surrounded us, and one held Milo on the ground. "Where is she!?" The bearded man asked, clocking his gun. "T-t-t-there she is! S-she is Mia." Milo shouted. "P-p-please don't kill me!" At this point, I've realized I wasn't his daughter anymore. Throughout my 22 years of life, my mother and I had suffered because of this man. My mother died because of him, and he is now putting me in the same fate. Two of the men grabbed me by each arm and dragged me away like a puppet. Going around the corridor, I thought to myself. What is my fate going to be like if I were to be taken away? What is my father going to do? I have been the sole provider and as bad as he is. He is still my father, and I still worry about him. As we were ascending down the stairs, with all my might. I pushed the man who was holding my left down the stairs. While struggling to free my right arm. I kicked him in the crotch and he bent down 90 degrees in pain. Freeing my arm, I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. " She ran away!" The man that got kicked yelled aloud. "Someone get her!" When reaching the door, I turned back to look, and the third guy with them came running after me. Pushing open the double wide door, I ran as fast as I could out. But without looking beforehand. I ran into something big and hard. SMACK! Looking up, I see pure green golden hazel crown eyes staring into the depth of my soul. The man who stood before me had a square cut jawline, his build was muscular and had a well-groomed short shaved beard. He has long slick back black hair and a s***h scar across his right brow. "Well, hello darling. Where do you think you're running off, too?" His cold stare was enough to make anyone intimidated.