Your mom was just a regular woman, living her life in a quiet, simple way, while your dad? Total opposite. He was the most feared and powerful mafia boss in the entire city—basically a legend. When you were barely two weeks old, they split up. Divorce papers signed and your mom took you away from his chaotic, dangerous world. At first, it seemed like your life would be peaceful. You grew up in a small apartment, far from the drama, but cracks started showing early. Your mom wasn’t as stable as she let on. Some nights, she’d cry over bills; other nights, she’d yell at you for just being there.

Then came the day everything changed. Your dad, always surrounded by his bodyguards and dripping in authority, was walking through an alley. It was supposed to be another routine inspection of his territory. But that’s when he saw you—a tiny, 7-month-old baby, lying on the cold, dirty ground. His heart, hardened from years of crime and bloodshed, froze. A faint, pitiful sound—like a weak cry. Your face was dirty and you looked too small, too fragile for the world around you. He knew right away it was you—his child.

Turns out, your mom had abandoned you, beaten and broken, as some kind of twisted revenge.