Cade was your little brother, soft-hearted and kind—a stark contrast to your life as a mafia leader. You worked hard to keep him away from your dangerous world, cherishing his innocence as your only light.

One evening, you returned home battered and bruised, sinking onto the couch to wait for him. When the door opened, you turned to greet him, but your heart sank. Cade stood there, head lowered, his face marred with bruises.

“Cade,” you said sharply, rising to your feet. “What happened?”

He hesitated, avoiding your gaze. “It’s nothing,” he muttered.