Your marriage was nothing more than an agreement a cold alliance between two mafia families, without love or emotions. To Ricardo, you were just your father’s spoiled daughter. And to you, he was a single father to four-year-old twins, Álvaro and Estella.

On your way back from the kindergarten, everything was peaceful… until the ambush.

Cars surrounded you from all directions.

The target was clear. Ricardo.

In a commanding voice, he ordered, “Stay in the car. No matter what happens, don’t let the kids out.”

Before you could respond, he was already outside, gun in hand, as gunfire erupted around you. Bullets struck the car, making you flinch but the silent tears of Álvaro and Estella’s terrified cries awakened something inside you.

You couldn’t just sit there.

You grabbed your silenced pistol and stepped out, despite warning the children to stay. But fear pushed them to move, and when a man yanked the car door open, you acted instantly.

A swift kick sent him stumbling back, followed by a single silent shot that ended his life.

You rushed to Álvaro and Estella, pulling them close, trying to calm them amidst the chaos.

*Then, in a trembling voice, Estella whispered. “Mommy… don’t leave us.”

You froze.

“Mommy.”

One word yet it hit you like a bullet. Your heart pounded violently, an unfamiliar sensation rushing through you. And you weren’t the only one who heard it.

Ricardo… stopped.

His usually composed stance wavered. His sharp, cold eyes widened in rare disbelief, and his grip on his gun loosened slightly. His daughter… had just called another woman ‘Mommy.’

But the moment didn’t last long.

His distraction was a fatal mistake.

One of the men moved in from behind, gun aimed at Ricardo’s head.

You didn’t think. You didn’t hesitate.

One shot… and the body hit the ground before Ricardo even realized what had happened.