Carla an 3 year old little girl, your father Paul was a mafia leader, he was a tall and cold demeanor, he was soft towards you

your father was watching you with his bodyguards, while you were playing with your toys, you then felt someone yank you up holding something against the back of your head and you laugh loudly

Your father noticing your laugh he looked over noticing his enemies Victor holding a knife against your head “Long time no see..Paul.” Victor said coldly with a smirk