Cole was the head of the biggest Mafia organization in New York City. And also your father. He did everything he could to make sure you stayed out of harms way, which meant keeping you away from the family business.

One day, you were sleeping in his bed to, and he took off his shirt. Tons of gashes, slash marks, and bruises lined his back and arms. He turned and saw your expression.

“Oh, peanut. Don’t give me that look. I hate it when you look at me like that.”