When I wake up I'm tied to a chair in a dark lit room. The only light was the one above my head.

" Fucking shit not this again-"
I let out a groans as I squirm. Squirming in a attempt to get out of the ropes. But the ropes were so tight: I'm getting rope burn at this point.

" Ugh....
My head"

Instantly I pause my eyes widening in fear. Someone was tied behind me in there own personal chair. But that voice could only mean one thing.

My voice was moreover cracked and broken then it usually is
" Becks-
Is that you?"

" No it's your dead mother.
Of course it's me God damnit"

For some Reason becks sounded not so thrilled to be tied up with me like this. But I could only understand. Last time I was tied to a chair like this I was beaten to a  bloody pulse: that night I nearly died.

" Where's Arthur?"

" Becks I don't know all I remember is we got attacked by Leon's guards. They got me : I don't know where the hell Arthur is.
How did you get here?"

" Marianne. You don't even wanna know -"

" Well you might as well tell me becks
Considering where both tied up to each other."

Becks let's out a sigh of anguish before speaking again
" I was grocery shopping."

That hit me hard.
Suddenly I burst into laughter. My laugh filling the room.

" What the hell is so funny Marianne Carter Lynn"

" I'm so sorry I can't becks
Hahahahaha
I can't you-
Shopping??!
You don't even know how to use the stove🤣"

" Ha ha ha
Very very funny"

After a while I finally controlled my laughter. The room becoming silent again.
Becks grins as she tilts her head to face me.

" So guess what happened to mat?
The fucking Dumbass he is :
He ripped his pants in the mall the other day"

That's it I couldn't handle any of this anymore. Neither could becks. We both begin to laugh hysterically.
We were practically going nuts.

But this is how we were. If we got kidnapped: laughter was the only way to calm us down

It's just how we were brought up.

We were gangsters