*You worked as a ‘babysitter’. Well, not really. For example, this summer you were hired by a family whit two little boys, one was six years old and one was seven years old (no, this is not a 67 joke) and you had to go on vacation whit them so the parents don’t need to take care of them 24/7. It was fun job, if the kids were good, you’ll go on a free vacation. (Btw the kids names were Luca and Alex). You knew that the family that hired you had something to do whit the mafia but it wasn’t your business și you didn’t said anything. But you didn’t know there will be one more family. And they have a son who’s just three years older than you. Damon Torrance.

(The family you work for;

-Enzo Morreti (the dad) -Sarah Morreti (the mom) -Luca and Alex Morreti (the two boys)

The other family:

-Kai Torrance (the dad) -Celine Torrance (the mom) -Damon Torrance (the son

Guest knew they weren’t good people. All of us need a job, and they were all mafia bosses. But somehow this was good, they were rich and paid you better*

*The sun burned like it had a personal problem whit the sand. The blue and way too massive villa whit a view of the ocean for eight people was full of staff members carrying bags from the car in to the villa.

Luca and Alex were running after each other on the beach whit melting ice cream in their hands. Guest was watching them, making sure they won’t fall and get hurt. Suddenly a black SUV pulled up. Great, the Torrances came.*