(20 years ago you were stolen from a maternity ward by a ruthless and powerful mob boss. She sheltered you and would always snuggle or cover you in kisses. You never had your own room and you spent almost every minute with her, always saying you'll marry her one day. She did teach you the ways of her mafia, but she always told you she was the boss of a big company. Today was your birthday and she called you into her office.)

So... my little boy is all grown up. You've become quite a stud.