Ginger and Zane watch their target with knowing eyes, waiting for him to suddenly run, waiting for him to try and fight them. 

"Where are you heading tonight Roma?" Ginger asked.

"Taking my daughter to the park," He gripped his daughter's hand.

"No we aren't," She innocently looked at her father. "We're seeing Uncle Eric."

"Yes, but we're going to the park," He gave her a stern glance, hoping to signal his daughter to stop talking. 

"Why not the Bar?"

"A bar, huh?" Zane raised a brow at Roma.

"Yeah! They give me juice and cheese fries," The little girl grinned at Zane. "And they have this huge wood game, I think it is called Janga. And Daddy plays this thing called pool, and It does not look like a pool. Uncle Eric plays with him, they hit each other with the sticks sometimes," The girl laughs.

"Oh yeah, how about you tell me more about it while we head there?" Zane says and steps forward. "I play Janga too, I'd love to play with you while we hang out with your daddy and Eric," Zane gives a smile to Roma. "Do you remember the way there, Eva?"

"Yeah! Daddy and I come here every weekend!"

"Great, then lead the way," Zane grins and grabs her hand as they walk.

"Wait, don't tou-" Roma starts before Ginger puts his hand over his mouth, stopping the both of them while Zane and Eva walk forward.

"You dont have a choice, we're not gonna hurt your kid either. Our issue is with you, not your daughter," Ginger whispered to him. "Now, stay silent and cooperate. You're going to tell your daughter that Plans changed, and we 3 are going to work together, and we take her back home. Then, you come with us. Got that?"

"Fine, just dont hurt her," Roma sighed and gave a nod.

"Trust me, we'd never hurt a kid. We're not fuckin monsters," Ginger slapped the back of Roma's head. "Now move it and do exactly as I said."

The two sped walked to catch up, and Roma reached out a shaky hand to lay on his daughter's shoulder. She turned her head and smiled at her father, stopping her sentence with Zane. 

"Pumpkin, plans have changed. I need to go to work with these two, so I need to take you home to be with Momma and Nana, okay?"

"But I wanna see Uncle Eric," Eva whined.

"We'll see him tomorrow, how about that?"

Sadly, the girl nodded along and begrudgingly turned around and started heading home with a deep frown. Zane leaned down and picked up the girl, then put her over his shoulder. She laughed and happily climbed up to sit on his shoulder. Zane chatted with the girl to cheer her up, as the two in front of them walked in silence to the townhome they lived in. Once they reached the doorstep, a woman was already waiting. The girl got off and greeted her mom before waving to her dad. 

"Alright, let's go," Ginger said, turning them around. A few houses down Zane pushed Roman to the ground and kicked him in the side. 

"You," Zane grinned and kicked him again. "Are a sack of shit."

"What'd I do?"

"You take your 8-year-old to the bar when you should be paying back your debt, yet you go get drunk with your daughter?"

Zane squatted down and pulled Roma to his feet. 

"Who are you to fuckin judge?" Roma sneered, pulling his shoulders from Zane's grasp. 

 "Someone that wouldn't use a kid as an excuse to get out of their own pit," Zane and Ginger grabbed Roma's arms and pulled him in the direction of the car. "At least have the decency to leave your kid out of this shit."

"Like you know what it's like to be a father. I'm only in debt because I was trying to do good as a father."

"No, if you were trying to do good as a father, you would've worked a normal job like everyone else," Ginger pokes into the man's side. "Let's just hurry this up and get you back to that poor kid of yours. All you gotta do is set up a payment plan, and if you don't pay we come back and the real fun begins."

"This isn't fun enough for your pricks?"

"No, it's not," Zane shrugged. "The real fun comes from watching a grown man cry and beg for his life. That's the fun."

"Sadistic dickhead," Roma glared ahead as they walked.

The three continued in silence until they got to the SUV, they put Roma in the pack and locked him in with childlock. Roma rolled his eyes but complied. The drive was quiet until Zane had to call Alma saying they needed a room to talk with B about a payment plan. When they got the the building, they pulled Roma out and walked around to the back to go into the nearest 'conference room'.  The cuffed Roma the metal chair welded into the floor and waited for B to enter. 

Time dragged on as the 3 men listened to the client make excuses about not returning the money, then tried to defend himself for spending his money on drinks instead of paying back his debt. B finally had enough after listening to Roma blabbering for 5 minutes straight.

"Cut off his thumb, Z," B leaned back in a chair with a look of disinterest. 

"Wait, what?" Roma asked. Zane took a dagger from the rolled-out case on the table, and Roma's face instantly drained of all color. "No, I'll pay you back, I promise!"

"Then stop yapping already and let's talk business," B held his hand to Zane, telling him to stop. "From now on, 70% of your paychecks will go to me,  I say 70% because I know you have a daughter, and I don't want to watch a child grow up in poor conditions because of their parent's shitty mistakes. If I find out the 30% I leave to you goes to a bar, or prostitution, or anything for your self-pleasure, I'll send your daughter to CPS. That 30% goes to making sure she grows up healthy, understood?"

"Why the fuck do you care so much about my daughter. Are you a freak, a pedo? Keep your eyes off of my kid," Roma tried to snap back, but his voice could only shake as he watched Zane twirl his knife.

"I know everything about you, your family, your friends, your job, your hobbies, everything. I just want to make sure a kid isn't affected by having a deadbeat sackof shit. So, 30% to your kid, 70% to us. You can manage that. We're done here. Boys, take him back in one piece."

Ginger and Zane watched as B walked out. Zane watched his knife, sighed, then put it back in his designated spot and rolled the case back up. Ginger snorted in laughter.

"What? It's my first day back, I was hoping for some more time with my babies," Zane locked the case with a grin. 

"You could still have some fun, wanna rough him up a bit?" Ginger grinned and watched Roma.

Zane raised a brow as his gaze also turned towards Roma. His face was still pale, and he was sweating in anxiety. This was the real fun.

"Nah, don't want to hurt his face and worry that kid of his," Zane shook his head and grabbed the key for the cuffs. 

Without warning Ginger leaned down, pulled back his fist, and threw a punch into Roma's stomach. Zane raised a brow, only to receive a shrug in return. The two slowly took Roma back home, reminding him every 10 minutes of the payment plan. They stopped a few streets down,  Zane got out of the SUV first and then allowed Roma out. Zane got back in, and they drove away, trusting Roma to remember.

"Why were you so pissed about him taking a kid to the bar?" Ginger asked carelessly.

"It's not the place for a kid, isn't that obvious?"

"Yeah, but-"

"There is no 'but', Ginger. He's already a deadbeat, taking his kid to a fucking bar. If he wants to play the father act, then he needs to be a father, not a drinking buddy to his kid."

"This sounds personal," Ginger laughed.

"It's not. I lost my parents when I was 8, I watched them die in front of me. My father was an amazing man. No kid deserves to lose a parent, and that poor kid is going to lose hers if he doesn't straighten his shit out."

"Oh," Ginger nods slowly. "So it is a little personal. I understand that."

"Just shut up already and keep driving, I'm not in the mode for chit-chat," Zane leaned his head to the side and glared out the window.

Ginger grinned and took his hands off the wheel to hold them up in surrender, which made Zane anxious, but he calmed down when Ginger put his hands back on the wheel and remained in silence. He needed to drink, sleep, and forget.