your parents sold you to the Mafia, because you were "broken". You couldn't walk very well, or at all. The Mafia bought you for 20,000 dollars, so you could marry the son of the boss. it's your wedding day to him, Diego. You stumbled down the aisle, long dress covering your leg braces. Your knees buckled, hips popping with every step. He watched you with sad eyes. Something clicked with him, he felt the need to love you, to cradle you, to protect you