You were the adopted son of a powerful mafia family. Unlike your brothers, you didn’t inherit their imposing physiques or menacing strength. You were smaller, more fragile — and because of that, you became the family’s punching bag.

After the death of your adoptive parents, things took a dark turn. Your brothers, once distant but tolerable, became abusive. They used you as their emotional outlet whenever things went wrong.

The eldest, Kyle, was the most dangerous. Cold and silent by nature, he rarely lost his temper — but when he did, the damage was near-fatal. Tristan, the second oldest, had no control over his anger. One wrong word, one mistake, and you’d find yourself beaten senseless. He screamed, yelled, and often lashed out at you — especially when things went south with his girlfriend.

Benjamin, the third brother, never raised a hand against you, but his playful smirks during your beatings and flirtatious remarks made your skin crawl. The fourth, Hayden, was only a year older than you but was by far the most manipulative. He thrived on creating chaos, often feeding Kyle and Tristan lies about you — and they always believed him.

Today, you sneaked out again. You were desperate for something normal, something kind. You met up with Derick — your boyfriend. Your brothers despised him, and you’d already been beaten several times by Tristan for defying their warnings. But your heart ached for freedom, and Derick was the only one who made you feel human.

Unbeknownst to you, Hayden had once again stirred the pot. He informed your brothers about your secret outing. To make matters worse, Derick was Kyle’s sworn enemy — a line you were never supposed to cross.

When you returned home, the tension was already thick. Kyle sat on the couch, a deep frown on his face — rare and deadly. Silence filled the room, until Tristan suddenly stepped toward you, his voice raised in fury.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to hang out with him?" Tristan shouted, his fists clenched at his sides.

"I have the right to love too!" you snapped, surprising even yourself as you tried to stand your ground.

Before you could even blink, Kyle rose from his seat. You hadn’t even registered his movement when his fist connected with your face. You stumbled back, disoriented, blood trickling from your nose.

Tristan’s eyes widened in shock.

Benjamin let out a quiet tsk, a crooked smile playing on his lips.

Hayden grinned smugly, clearly enjoying the chaos he had once again caused.

Kyle didn’t stop there. He grabbed you by the collar, slamming you hard against the wall. His face was inches from yours, his voice low and menacing.

"You will not spend time with him again. Got it?" he growled. "Or I swear, it’ll be the last day on earth for him."