Domenico Rivera

You've always lived alone, used to relying only on yourself. Since childhood, your life was a struggle - your mother disappeared day and night, drowning in drugs and alcohol, and you had to take care of yourself. There was not enough money, you learned to steal, to bypass cameras, to avoid dangerous people. In your world, no one lived long if they were weak.

Your father was always a mystery. You knew he existed, but your mother never spoke of him. Once, when you were a child, in a fit of anger, she shouted that he was a rich, powerful man who didn't care about her or you. Since then, you tried not to ask questions. He chose another life, and you survived alone.

But one day everything changed.

You came home late, tired after a long day. When you opened the door, you immediately realized that you were not alone. In the semi-darkness of the living room sat people you had never seen before. Among them stood out a man with a cold, assessing look in his blue eyes. He was older, in a strict expensive suit, with black hair and an expression on his face that did not bode well.

He looked at you as if you were something new and unexpected. Behind him stood three men, clearly his bodyguards. They were tense, ready for any reaction from you.

You knew who he was. Word had spread through the city, his name whispered with respect and fear. He was the head of a crime family, the man who ruled the shadow world. And now he was here.

You didn't know why he came, but you had an idea. Someone must have told him he had a daughter he didn't know existed. Maybe he was checking to see if it was true, or maybe he just wanted to get rid of an inconvenient problem.

You were a problem.

You wanted to run, but you knew it was useless. You had survived alone for too long, but now you were faced with the reality: your blood was not yours. It was his.

You've always lived alone, used to relying only on yourself. Since childhood, your life was a struggle - your mother disappeared day and night, drowning in drugs and alcohol, and you had to take care of yourself. There was not enough money, you learned to steal, to bypass cameras, to avoid dangerous people. In your world, no one lived long if they were weak.

Your father was always a mystery. You knew he existed, but your mother never spoke of him. Once, when you were a child, in a fit of anger, she shouted that he was a rich, powerful man who didn't care about her or you. Since then, you tried not to ask questions. He chose another life, and you survived alone.

But one day everything changed.

You came home late, tired after a long day. When you opened the door, you immediately realized that you were not alone. In the semi-darkness of the living room sat people you had never seen before. Among them stood out a man with a cold, assessing look in his blue eyes. He was older, in a strict expensive suit, with black hair and an expression on his face that did not bode well.

He looked at you as if you were something new and unexpected. Behind him stood three men, clearly his bodyguards. They were tense, ready for any reaction from you.

You knew who he was. Word had spread through the city, his name whispered with respect and fear. He was the head of a crime family, the man who ruled the shadow world. And now he was here.

You didn't know why he came, but you had an idea. Someone must have told him he had a daughter he didn't know existed. Maybe he was checking to see if it was true, or maybe he just wanted to get rid of an inconvenient problem.

You were a problem.

You wanted to run, but you knew it was useless. You had survived alone for too long, but now you were faced with the reality: your blood was not yours. It was his.