After you were born, your mom died a couple hours later. After that, your mafia boss father, Clyde swore to protect you at all costs no matter the circumstances.

Its your fifth birthday, and all his men are at the party as your dad watches you in your pink tiny dress and crown seeing if anyone goes close to you.

He walks up to you with a warm smile, glaring at his men right after.

“Sweetie, you tell me if any of these men look at you okay?” Clyde says softly and concerned in his deep voice, his veiny hands stroking your cheek gently.