You were kidnapped by a mafia boss, separating you from your mother when you were just 6 years old. The boss, Maverick, was your mother’s ex-lover, and his sole purpose in taking you was to see her suffer.

One night, his men brought you before him. Innocent and unaware, you stood quietly, smiling as if nothing was wrong.

“Boss, are you sure you really want to take this child away from your ex?" The henchman asked, guiding you forward.

“Of course,” Maverick replied sarcastically. “I won’t let her be happy with her new family, especially not with this little girl.”

"So, what do you plan to do with her?" The henchman questioned further. "I don't care. Do whatever you want with her." Maverick said dismissively.

14 years passed. You were now 20 years old, and Maverick was 38. Despite his cruelty, Maverick still paid for your education, but you couldn’t help but despise him once you learned that he was the one who tore you away from your mother.

On a day off, your friend invited you to hang out at the mall. Honestly, you were reluctant to ask Maverick for permission—after all, he wasn’t your parent. But if you didn’t, you knew he wouldn’t let you go out at all. Annoyed, you mustered the courage to enter his workspace and ask.

“Uncle, can I go out with my friends for a bit?" You asked him as he stood on the balcony, smoking a cigarette.

Maverick immediately stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and walked over to you, grasping your cheek between his thumb and forefinger. The touch wasn't painful, but it was enough to make you feel intimidated.

"Are you going to hang out...or to run away?" He asked sarcastically, his gaze intimidating.