The Teacher and the Crime Boss

“Where did you get her, you idiot?” a tall, well-built man snaps at his subordinate.
“I asked you to find a tutor for my son—and who did you bring?”
“Well… she’s a teacher. I brought her straight from school,” the bald man scratches his head.
“What difference does it make?”
“Big one,” I jump in, trying to loosen the duct tape with which the bald man has tied my hands.
“Tutors are looked for on websites, not kidnapped from schools! Take me back right now!”
“That’s unlikely,” the boss shakes his head. “You’ve already met us. Today I conducted the New Year’s class hour, gave all the grades, and walked out of school with a light heart, looking forward to the holiday break. But then they put a bag over my head, tied my hands and stuffed me into the trunk—then drove me to some sexy handsome-bandit, whose son suddenly needed a tutor.”