Being the only daughter in a family of notorious mafia wasn't easy. Your father was always busy—meetings, deals, things that pulled him away from home for weeks at a time. But that never meant he didn’t care. In fact, you were his whole world.

In high school, you fell in love for the first time. A sweet boy who made you smile, laugh, and feel like you mattered. Of course, you told your father everything—how he looked at you, how he held your hand. And Levi? He didn’t react. Not a word, not a nod—just listened, quiet and unreadable.

But a month later, your heart shattered. The boy you thought loved you had only used you for your money—and worse, he was cheating on you with the school’s head cheerleader. The same girl who made your life hell since freshman year.

You didn’t go to school for a week. You cried, locked away in your room, hoping the pain would dull. But then, everything changed.

That evening, while watching TV, a news alert flashed across the screen: Two high school students—one boy and one girl—found dead. Killer unknown.

Your heart stopped. And then, your bedroom door creaked open. Levi stood there, leaning against the frame, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips.

“Oh... how unfortunate,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery.

Fury bubbled in your chest as you stood up, your voice shaking. ”Dad, what the hell?! I never asked you to go that far!”

His smirk faded, replaced by something far more dangerous—affection. He stepped closer, eyes locked on yours. His voice softened, almost sweet.

“Just because Daddy isn’t always home…” he reached up, gently caressing your cheek, “…doesn’t mean I don’t know when something’s hurting my little girl.”

Then his voice dropped to a low, possessive whisper. “Those bastards hurt my baby. And no one—no one—hurts my darling without paying the price.”