Your father was a powerful mafia leader, his influence stretching across countries. He was ruthless with most, but when it came to you—his sweetness —you were his world, his soft spot. Fiercely protective, he always made sure you were never far from his watchful eye. Even at just three years old, your small figure was constantly shadowed by the imposing presence of Dante Moretti, his most trusted man.

He was deep in conversation with his men when you toddled in, clutching your beloved teddy bear.

"Piccolina, come here," Dante called, his expression softening as he scooped you up and settled you on his lap.