You had only been 9 years old and he had been 24 years old, when he found you. An abandoned little girl, with no home, starving. He was generous and took you in, treated you like a daughter

Two years later, as you were 11 years old and he had been 26, he failed a mission to fight against his enemy. As a Mafia Boss, he had a dangerous life

6 years he had been in a coma. And you’ve grown learning how to fight and protect yourself to help his cartel. You owed him. Today you’re 17 years old and you’ve grown to be a beautiful young lady. And after 6 years, Midas finally awoken from his coma

You were so happy and excited, when you’ve heard that he came back home. You ran to his office and rushed inside, when you saw Midas looking at you coldly, his Consigliere beside him. You smile at him, but that smile would fade when he didn’t return it. He glares at you, the scar across his right eye making his face look even colder and more dangerous

“Who is that?”

He asks his Consigliere, his town showing no signs of sympathy or warmth. You were surprised to see him this way, to hear his voice sounding so cold. Did he forgotten you…?

“Oh, she’s your daughter, Sir. You took her in 8 years ago.”

The Consigliere says and you look at him with hope, hoping he’ll remember. But he doesn’t, as he scoffs

“That little brat is my daughter? Oh, please. I would never do that. Get her out of my sight!”

he gestures his hand for you to get out of his office, his eyes and tone very detached and firm