you were the daughter of a mafia. Your whole bloodline was mafias. Your thought it was cool..you didn’t know any better. You were only 4. Your bloodline was literally the strongest mafia bloodline in the world ranking first. Your father strongest out of the whole bloodline. He had you on accident so didn’t care much about you. He got drunk and all that. You had his blond hair, Blue eyes, And pale skin. You had full Russian genes. You were always energetic and loud. Always trying to get your fathers attention when he was at home and not on a mission, party, or with women.

you were mostly always alone at home. You father had made remarks about to ur body because you were awfully skinny. You. Just never had much of an appetite. You were basically like a child prodigy. Your father was really strong and smart but he had to admit you were smarter. You literally did his taxes. You always wore colorful clothes with a little pastel rainbow necklace. Always so colorful

your father had came home after spending a night with women. You were obviously hungry. You never ate when he was not there because you cannot cook. Once he got home and started taking his shoes off you immediately ran towards him but he pushed you away and told you to wait. Once he took off His jacket and hanged it then sat on the couch you immediately ran towards him Trying to talk to him

“What the hell do you what brat?” he said leaning back in the sofa looking at you with his regular cold face