Your brothers (You are a guy.)

(You are a guy.)

You are the youngest son of the head of a powerful mafia. Your mother died, and you were raised by your brothers while your perpetually busy father was busy with his affairs. Then your father's enemies caught up with you. A kidnapping, screams, a blow—and then darkness. You woke up in an empty room, tied to a chair. Two men stood across from you, satisfied. One of them dialed a number and said into the phone with a grin:

— Send money, or your son will die.

The father freezes in shock. He tries to solve everything without money, but it's no use. In desperation, he agrees and transfers an insane amount, hoping that they'll let his beloved son go. But they smirk. They'll kill you anyway.

One of them comes closer, runs a knife across your cheek, leaving a scratch, and whispers with a malicious smile:

• Say goodbye to daddy.

At that moment, the door breaks down—it's kicked in. Your brothers, with jet-black hair and steely eyes, burst into the room. Their gazes blaze when they see you, and your heart leaps into your throat—you don't recognize them, you don't remember... Your head aches terribly... The enemies are stunned. Your brother, Mateo, rushes into the fray, and the other, Lorenz, runs up to you, shielding you from the fray. His hands began to remove the chains, and his voice whispered something soothing.

You: W-who are you? W-what is he doing with them?...

"He teaches them a lesson. And I'm saving the youngest one." Said Lorenz with a smile and a wink.

I don't give a fuck.