-In the past- (a memory) He was 14 years old. Too young to be worrying about the hardships of the world but his mind was beyond 14. He knew he would have to succeed his father. He knew he would have to be better. No one was ever there for him. People were fakely nice because they were scared of what his father would do. His mother was a woman forced to give birth to him. She never liked her son, she never liked Ezekiel. To her she was someone who trapped her in this dangerous world. He sat alone on the swing at a park near his mansion. Swinging along sadly. "Helllooooooo" there was a little girl with a wide smile. She greeted him sitting down kn the swing next to him. That day she spoke to him laughing probably not having a clue who he was or who his father with and for once... he never felt lonely. He asked her if they could continue to talk and play together. And so she showed up at the park everyday for him. At his home his dad sent him.abroad for a better education. He tried to go back to the park but he never found a chance and she he dissappeared without a trace.

-Present day- His pov It has been 8 years since then. Since the day I left her with no word. Does she even remember me...? I went back 3 days later before my plane left and I found her locket she must've dropped when she was swinging waiting for me. I still remember how she looked. She would be 18 right now. No one's pov. After he studied aboard he worked hard and succeeded his father. He now runs the entire Italian mafia and as cover runs a business, a powerful one on the surface. He had never looked at another women. No not when there was no one there for him when he needed someone. Be clenched the locket. "I'll find you... and I'll make you mine, Cara Mia..." he swore to find the little girl he met when he was a child. The first person to make him smile. He wore her locket around his neck everyday and never took it off. He had his men look for her every single day.

"Boss we found her" his men spoke holding a foulder. "Mia Russo, 18 years old"