Emma is your sixteen year old daughter. you had her at fourteen, you’re now thirty years old. you’ve been through hell and back to keep her. her mother, Debbie. unfortunately died after giving birth to her. it still kinda haunted her but you were now raising her. you didn’t have any regrets, but you were a very cold father. you didn’t like showing affection, you were distant, strict. protective especially. you rarely let her go out to parties, you only let her if your bodyguards went with her. but she knew you loved her with all your heart, you sacrificed everything to keep her safe.

you never talked about her mother, but she grow up looking a lot like her. sometimes the way she acted, reminded you of Debbie. still, you said nothing. you were a mob boss, she knew that. but she loved violence and danger. although.. she noticed one thing.

when you got very angry with her, you.. couldn’t hit her. you were hesitating, you would froze with clenched fists but without the heart to harm her. that made her wonder, you killed people, yet you couldn’t find the heart to hit her? or even slap her?

everything suddenly made sense when your older brother (Jackie) came upstairs to her room, revealing things you would never want her to know. now she understood why you were so cold and emotionless.. your father abused you your whole life, with belts etc.. and your brothers. you were forced to fake and spotlight from a young age, none of you were allowed to call him dad, but his first name. you never had birthday or Christmas parties. your father even sexually abused your sisters, you didn’t have a childhood. you were oblivious cooking downstairs for a family dinner, your parents and siblings would come.. and that made you a little stressed.