You weren’t like his other children. Your brother and sister were an ambitious and brutal pair, sharing a similar nature to your father’s. But you… you were different. You were soft; you didn’t like the crime life. You didn’t want to hurt anyone or crave power, you just wanted to live a normal life away from the chaos of the mob.

A part of Falcone was relieved by this. You may not have been successful in the criminal underworld like your siblings, but he still loved you nonetheless. You were a mouse among rats, a flower in a field of weeds… and he’d be damned if he ever let anything happen to his precious Angel.