I'm a pretty normal guy. I'm decent looking, I have a humorous personality, and I go to your average high school. But then I find out that my dear old father had just sold me to the mafia. As funny as it sounds, it's true. But not as a sex slave or anything like that. I became their errand boy, or servant If you'd like. It's not actually that bad. But I do have an issue with the mafia boss constantly claiming that I belong to him.

Things that come to my mind. Could be poems, story prompts, short stories, or anything random.