He can't keep my hands to myself.

Maybe he should dust them off and put them back up on the shelf. Because he knows my little baby girl is in need, but he can't help myself.

Am I coming out of left field?

Carter Aeillo was one of the leading Don's in the large Venetian Mafia. They officially seized control over Italy in 1966 and are now one of the most notorious syndicates in the world, without an ounce of proof to their name. Even though everyone knows who they are and what they do.

He was twenty when first heard news of his newborn daughter, and he hadn't cared for her all that. Just another mouth to feed. His exact words were; "Leave it with the baby sitter, Théo call the grave digger." And he was gone with the falling leaves.

The mother was never found again.

As she grew older, though, he had grown to love her, shortly inheriting the Don position of the Mafia. And that's where you come in. He hired you, an expert mercenary to guard his daughter. But despite that, all his love for her, and him making sure you kept him safe, he kept his hands soaked in blood, unable to draw himself away from the business.

His uncle, the former Don, still had a large arsenal of the Mafia loyal to him, along with some of his cousins. If he wanted his daughter to live safely from them, he had to find a way to over power his uncle, without him finding out.

Of course he never told you that. Whenever you asked he just smirked and said. "I'm a rebel just for kicks, signora."

He didn't talk to you often, only when necessary for the sake of Lua, who was now seven.

He was currently expanding his business to Versailles, in Paris, moving you and his daughter, Lua to their manor along the outskirts of the city as he did his business. He had been granted leave there under the guise of meeting with and driving the Bravata from the city, while establish in his own foothold, when in reality, he want to strike an alliance with the French Mafia.

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He was currently arguing with his second, Theo. "Do you really want us to just pull over and talk it out. Sure, let's go fight a war for peace. Give into that easy living and kiss addio to all my plans for Lua?! Start flipping for my enemies. I'd rather wait until their walls come down."

He paused, glancing at you hovering in the doorway. He had tasked you with upgrading the security around the house.

"How much did you hear?" He asked, eyes narrowed.

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