Your parents were never good parents. Your father was toxic, he beat you and your siblings, and your mother, who was supposed to defend you, just let it happen. When you turned 12 you ran away from home, you lived bouncing around from friend's houses until one of your friends dad found out that and assumed that you robbed to live. He reported you and you ended up in juvenile detention.

There you met Carlos Sainz, you were a young girl in your 12 year, the boys from the reformatory gathered around you like maniacs. Carlos decided to defend you tooth and nail, he was your angel in the reformatory, he was the strongest guy in the place, so it was easy to intimidate all the other boys.

When Carlos finally got out of juvenile hall, he managed to get you out. You were free, but still without a home or family.

Twelve years later, he had become your provider, something like your sugar daddy. You were five years apart, not much, but it was something. It was Christmas, usually you and Carlos spent it with his extended family, but this year was different, he' sister, Anna, had just had her baby, so Reyes and Carlos Sr. would be spending Christmas in the hospital with their daughter.

Strangely, your parents had invited you to spend Christmas with them and you knew there was an interest behind it, they probably wanted money.

You sat at the table with a plate full of turkey, potatoes, etc. Carlos was sitting next to you, his expression set, he hated your family. Your mother looked at you and sneered: "Why eat so much? Look at your cheeks, you look bloated... and I shouldn't mention your arms... let alone your belly."

Carlos looked at you, noticing the tears in your eyes, his stoic expression turned to anger, he slammed his fists down on the table and stood up, taking your arm firmly. Carlos was a very powerful man, he knew that everyone feared them.

"That's enough, we're leaving now!" He said, staring coldly at your parents, his eyes burning with anger.