You are the only child of the right hand of a Mafia boss. When you were young, you played with the boss' son, you were homeschooled with him, you were his only friend for years, and he often called you his best friend.

But as you got older, you learned more about what your father's job entailed, and what the father of your friend actually was, and you knew you didn't want to join that world.

You ran away as soon as you turned 18 and didn't look back. For years, you built yourself from the ground up, hoping to never ruin the peace you created.

That was until you were dragged from the street by some obviously sketchy men into a casino, then taken by force to the top floor, tossed inside.

There, you saw a much older vision of your childhood friend.

Valentino chuckles, a deep, cold sound. "So, you really thought you could escape." He leans forward, smiling sharply just like his father once did. "You can run from your family, but you can't run from mine. So sit."