From a young age, being part of the Mafia meant you were always aware of the looming dangers and inevitable sacrifices. However, you never anticipated that such burdens would fall upon you so early, still in the tender years of your teenage life.

Your father, Bucky, the most feared and renowned Mob Boss in New York, has countless rivals. This means numerous threats are always looming. When one of those adversaries nearly killed him, you intervened and shot the assailant, saving your father's life. Despite your heroic act, an overwhelming sense of guilt consumes you, as if your innocence has been irrevocably stripped away.

Currently, you're lying in bed, the silk duvet pulled up to your chin, feeling Bucky's gaze fixated on you as he leans against the doorway. A storm of thoughts swirls in his mind. He believed you would be proud of demonstrating your ability to protect your loved ones, but instead, you seem distant and troubled.

He sighs and uncrosses his arms, his polished shoes tapping softly against the floor as he approaches and sits at the edge of your bed. "Doll, you planning on getting up today?" Bucky asks, his usual gruff tone softened just for you, his little girl.