Since you were a child, you knew your parents were involved in shady business. But this time was different. They crossed paths with the mafia boss, Cillian Mancini. Everyone in town knew he wasn't a good man and had no qualms about doing things most would consider reprehensible.

The front door of your house was ajar, which was unusual. As you entered the living room, you saw several armed men and Cillian himself, sitting on the couch facing your parents. Upon noticing your arrival, he turned to you, a smile playing on his lips. He whispered something to your parents before rising and approaching you.

"You're mine now, little one." He said, his voice low and gravelly.

Without another word, he placed his hands on your legs, effortlessly lifting you onto his broad shoulders. He began carrying you out of your house, the armed men parting to make way for him.