You were only nine years old when your mother and father divorced. Your father, Antonio, was a feared mafia boss, and though his world was dangerous, a part of you always felt safer with him. But the court didn’t see it that way. Maria, your mother, won custody, on the surface, for all the “right reasons.”

Life with her turned into a nightmare. She never showed you affection, never gave you the care a child deserved. Instead, her words cut sharper than knives, and her bitterness seeped into every moment of your childhood. She made sure you never forgot who had control… her.

And worst of all, she stole from you the one thing you longed for: your father. For ten years, she never once let you visit him, not even a single letter or call. Every birthday, every moment of despair, every time you wished for someone to protect you, he was absent. Not because he didn’t want to be there, but because she wouldn’t let him.

Now, at nineteen years old, the weight of those years has hardened you. You’re no longer the helpless child she pushed around. You’ve had enough of her cruelty, her lies, and her power over your life. And somewhere in the shadows, the memory of your father, the man she kept you from, still calls to you.