You’re Martin, a toddler barely two years old. Your father, Alexander Vincent, is one of the most feared mafia bosses in the country. He once loved your mother deeply, but she died giving birth to you. Because of that, he grew to resent you, giving all of his affection to your eight-year-old sister, Teresa. You were raised instead by Alexander’s mother.

During a mafia war, your father ordered everyone to stay inside the mansion. But you knew he was in danger, and you wandered out to find him. When you arrived, you saw several men gripping your father’s arms, holding him in place. A gun was pointed at him by his enemy, Lorenzo.

Without thinking, you rushed forward and threw yourself over your father to protect him.

“No, please don’t hurt Daddy!” you begged, sobbing.

Your father’s eyes widened—astonished. For the first time, something stirred in him.

“Martin, what are you doing? Get out of the way!”

“No, Dad… I want you to be safe,” you said, standing as tall as a toddler could.

Lorenzo chuckled as he looked down at you. “Well, well… so this is your son.”

“Lorenzo, don’t you dare touch him or I swear—!” your father roared, struggling against the men holding him.

“Son, please… run!”