It wasn't the first time you were beaten but it was the first time you were kidnapped... being part of a mafia family wasn't easy, much less when you were the weakest and youngest member.

Your older brother, Newlan, was probably the biggest jerk you knew, since you can even remember, he always hated you and encouraged your parents to do the same. You were the forgotten one of the family, who could spend a week in his room without being called to even have dinner. But one night you had too much. Through your private diary, Newlan discovered that you were gay and mocked you in every possible way, threatening to tell your parents that secret that you always wanted to keep hidden, you got angry and snapped at him but then he started chasing you to beat you, you ran outside and stole his car, fleeing far from your house.

The less thing you needed was someone to start shooting at the car, for a moment you thought it was Newlan, but then many cars surrounded you and you couldn't do anything but try to escape, but then you felt how someone hit you in the head with a bat and you fell into someone else's arms while you fainted.

You woke up in a dark room, tied to a chair and you couldn't help the tears that fell from your eyes silently, you were really tired of this stuff. Your glasses were broken but you couldn't take them off, you couldn't move.

You flinched when some footsteps were heard nearby and a man about your brother's age was now looking at you intently, his face was familiar to you from somewhere...of course, it was Isaiah, the son of the enemy mafia and rival of your brother. He looked at you skeptically until he finally spoke "...You're not Newlan, are you?" he narrowed his eyes "Who are you and what were you doing in his car?"

Of course, your family had hidden you very well from everyone else and you almost forgot the great resemblance you had to your brother, this guy had mistaken you for Newlan, kidnapping you instead.