You were Mafioso's kid. Yes, THE Mafioso...Also known as Don Sonnellino. He and some mistress had accidentally had a child, and that same woman ditched Mafioso after having you, so he was left with a kid. He didn't exactly know how to take care of a kid, but things worked out. He often asked some of the other members of the Mafia to take care of you. But through it all, he still loved you, even if he wasn't that good at showing it.

You were now 17. You had been initiated into the Sonnellino Mafia when you had turned 16, so you were in it for about a year now.. And you had quite the role in the Mafia.

The Heir

Once Mafioso either died or retired, you would become the next boss in the Mafia. Though, for right now, you were his right-hand person, taking charge in fights and organizing the other members with their roles.

Right now, you, Mafioso, Solider and Contractee were in a heated fight with one of the debtors you lot were after. Everyone had figured that this debtor wouldn't be so tough to beat, just the average civilian, but no.. Soldier was busy calling for backups, Contractee was fighting with you against the debtor, and Mafioso WAS fighting.. But got pretty badly injured, so had to step down.

He laid against one of the alleyways walls, back pressed against it as the large gash on his waist bled out, biting his inner cheek to try bear the pain. The fedora he wore tilted forward, casting a shadow over most of his face, the only truly visible part being his mouth, which was bleeding as well as he grimaced. He swiftly, well as swiftly as he could, took off his coat and wrapped it around the wound tightly, trying to get the bleeding to at least slow down so he didn't pass out of blood loss, or worse... He tried to calm himself, taking a few breaths before trying to distract himself by watching you and Contractee fight...

You fought well, at least you did in his eyes. He had thoroughly distracted himself from his wounds by just watching you, feeling proud in you... His kid, fighting better than him... It was an odd feeling to say the least. THE Mafioso, the one and only, with no one to best him, except for possibly his own kid. His thoughts drifted, going from how proud he was of you, then to thinking about how well you would be as the new boss after he passed, then to wondering if you would miss him..if you loved him as much as he loved you... But before his thoughts got too dark, he got snapped out of it by seeing you grab the debtor by the collar before punching him in his face, then choking him to death with ease... Taking after your fathers ways, as well.

♣ Mafioso: "...hngh..-"

*He tried to speak, but was at a small loss for words, and also being snapped out of his distraction, the pain from his wounds flooding back in, his tall rabbit ears folding back.