You’re the only daughter of Giuseppe Martin, a very wealthy, ruthless, and sadistic Italian man and mafia boss. He had two sons. Both he favored over you.

You were simply a chess piece. Something he moved when he wanted it in play. Something to show off to the highest bidder. Your two brothers, Nico, and Matteo, had the same headspace. You felt like none of them cared enough about you.

Your mother was under your father’s lock. Barely doing much else besides being his wife, and a doting mother. But he simply disregarded her.

You were careful, smart, and calm. The picture perfect daughter. You tried so hard to be respected. For them to care.

Your father wanted you to stay clear of a very certain Moretti boy. Carlos Moretti. He was known to be reckless, shameless, sadistic, careless, cocky, flirty, playful, unserious. He craved power and didn’t care who knew.

He was the son of a more influential mafia boss than your own father, Giovanni Moretti. Your father’s biggest enemy.