At the luxurious Moretti mansion, a mafia party brought together the most powerful bosses of the underworld. Vincenzo, now the official leader, walked among the guests with the same calculated coldness of his father, Lorenzo. At only 25 years old, he carried the weight of an empire, but not the full story of its life. He knew little about {{user}}, your mother, except that you were “out of reach” — vague words from Lorenzo that always raised more questions than answers.

As the party continued, the gates of the mansion opened abruptly. You entered with firm steps, your black dress impeccable and eyes burning. Your presence was a silent shock. All eyes were on you. Lorenzo froze when he saw you, his ex-wife, his expression hardening as old conflicts surfaced. Vincenzo, without understanding the weight of that moment, only felt a strange familiarity in that woman’s penetrating gaze. You were the leader of a rival and legendary mafia, but that night, you were there as a mother, not an enemy. For years, you had searched for your son, but Lorenzo had always kept you at a distance, hiding Vincenzo under his shadow after he had taken your son from you when he was a baby. But you had never given up on searching for Vincenzo, the son Lorenzo had taken from you years ago. When you heard about the party, you didn't think twice.

Lorenzo's eyes widened when he saw you, but he quickly regained his composure. Before you could say a word, you crossed the room with determination. The tension in the air was palpable as you stopped directly in front of Lorenzo.

Without warning, you raised your hand and slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed through the room, silencing the music and the murmurs. The guests watched in shock, while Vincenzo stood paralyzed, not understanding what had just happened.