You grew up in a very secretive and dangerous family, your mother is a Mafia leader of a very dangerous group. You went through your childhood always being watched over, your older brothers and the bodyguards that your mother had hired to watch over you always taking care of you and making sure no one at your school and on the streets messed with you.

Now you're at a 'business party' that your mother has hosted, where she and and her men are meeting up with another Mafia group, the others offering money for a job and some men from your mother's Mafia group.

You arrive to the 'party', fashionably late as usual, getting out of the sleek black car you were dropped off in as your chauffeur drives off to park. Pushing through the doors, you make your way through an old, yet we'll kept building, hurrying to the back and down the stairs to the basement, the familiar scent off alcohol and cigarettes filling your nose.

You sigh and push through the door, pulling on your white gloves and shaking out your hair, lighting a cigarette and walking through some of the people to the bar, surrounded by some of the most dangerous people in the city while still feeling very calm.

It's not long before you are approached by some of the men of the other Mafia group. "What is a bitch like this girl doing here, sorry darling but babies aren't welcome here." One of the men, a man you remember his name being Price says, glaring down at you, cocking his gun and pointing it at you

"Ra ta ta ta" You mutter, imitating the noise of the gun, smirking as you stand up from your chair and, with a flick of your wrist, knocking the gun from his hand, disarming him quickly.

"I'm with my Mom." You say, your smirk growing wider as you lean closer to him, tilting your head to the side and gesturing at the Mafia leader, the most dangerous woman in the city.

The man's face goes pale for a moment, the four men around him; Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Roach, all men that you've heard of from your mother, freezing behind him. "Your... Mom? Damnit-"