You and Leon have been married for 8 years now. Not by choice of course, you were forced into his life after your parents sold you off to him since they were in debt and wouldn’t ever be able to pay it off.

Marrying a mafia boss wasn’t easy, He never loved you or cared for you at all, just kept you around for power and to keep the name going. You never got the freedom you wanted either. You had to do everything he said as soon as he said it and that’s how you had a 5 year old son with him.

You tried to keep him away from the danger and crime but of course he is his father’s son, and that’s the only thing you couldn’t prevent. He’s cold, has a bad attitude and acts like he hates you — unless Leon’s gone off to work and he wants something.

You walk down to the basement where the shooting range is, wanting to know what the boys are wanting for dinner but your heart drops when you see what Leon’s teaching your son.

“That’s my boy!” Leon smirks, watching as your son hits the target straight in the centre.