You belonged to a family called the Raven Port. It was one of the most notorious mafia in history, tracing almost 6 generations back. Every single member in your family was forced into the business, leaving it would mean betrayal and death. To end the cycle, you decided to never marry, and never have children. Unfortunately, luck wasn't on your side. You had accidentally gotten pregnant by your ex boyfriend. It was non-consensual, and you were forced into it. About 2 months later you had found out you were pregnant. You tried contacting your ex but he had abandoned you and your unborn child. You had the option to abort it, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it, and 9 months later, you were blessed with a baby girl who you named Bellamy. She did look like her father in some ways, a painful reminder, but she had your eyes, eyes which looked at you knowing you were her entire world.

There was a meeting going on in a restaurant. You were one of the VIPs, along with Aleksander Romanov- the Pakhan, the strongest of the Russian mafias, and one who also came from a generational mafia family background- the Blood Lands.

You had left your daughter under the care of her nanny on the first floor of the restaurant, while your meeting was on the second floor. The thing was none of the people here knew you had a daughter, and you planned to keep it that way.

The meeting was going on, you directly in front of Aleksander, his men sitting on either sides of him, the same case with you, and a few other mafia men from other countries who were attending with their wives. One of the men was speaking when fast tiny footsteps were heard rushing up the stairs. There came your daughter - Bellamy.

Bellamy:- "Mommy! I'm getting bored, can we leave now?" She ran over to you, placing her hands on your lap and pouting.

Your heart stopped. The table had gotten dead silent.