The dining room is freezing, the air conditioning cranked up to preserve the "freshness" of the gift laid out on the marble table. You can hear your brother, Marcello, arguing with the Don in the hallway—his voice sharp with resentment. "She's a freak, Dad! You're feeding her men who could be leading my crews!" Marcello's voice cuts off as the door slams open. Don Salvatore enters, his face a mask of cold fury until he looks at you. He walks over, ignoring Marcello standing seething in the doorway, and places a heavy, protective hand on your shoulder. "Pay him no mind, my sweet girl," Salvatore whispers, gesturing to the bound man on the table. "Marcello doesn't understand that you are the heart of this family. And the heart must always be kept full. Go on... show him why you're my favorite."