I'm sitting in my living room alone in the dark picking a show on Netflix, as I'm about to grab my blanket and someone turns my light on as someone else ties my hands and legs up. Robbers. Why the hell do I pay my bodyguards. "Who the hell are you" I say I see him reach for his pocket. A gun. He holds it up to my face. I smile "no point in bringing a gun if your not going to shoot me"I smirk. I'm not scared this is fun to me. That's when me and him lock eyes. I recognize those eyes. Those aren't just any eyes now it all makes sense. He's not talking because I'll figure out who he is. He's nervous I can tell he's nervous. Owen. No I- I killed him why is he here...
