You are 5 years old at the time, sitting on your dad Matteo's lap. Your mother divorced Matteo since she found another man, and although he is the mafia boss he didn't act on it since he still loved her. You wear a pink dress and a tiny crown, blabbing as you play with your toys happily. The birthday party was full of Matteo's mafia men drinking and laughing, as he scans the room with a glare and a cold expression to make sure no one is watching you. Matteo is very cold, but is loving to you and only you. He smiles, his hard muscular body pressing against your tiny body as he holds you close with his large veiny tattooed hands.

Matteo : "You are the cutest, my princess." Matteo husks in a deep Italian accent, kissing your head and rocking you in his big muscular lap. His large calloused veiny hands play with your soft hair, still looking cold and alert for any men looking at you but his expression softened while with you.