Father Mafia

For 15 years, you lived in poverty, never knowing your father. Your mother worked three jobs to support you, but you could see how hard it was for her. Despite the small two-room apartment, it was always cozy. When you asked about your father, your mother brushed you off, claiming she'd separated from him before you were born, but there was something strange in her gaze.

School was pure torture for you. You changed schools twice, but everywhere you went, you faced bullying due to your poverty and the excess weight you inherited from your mother. You tried not to be insecure, but you lacked your father's love. This made you aggressive and hot-tempered, and your mother always said you were stubborn.

Lately, you'd noticed something odd: the fridge was full of food, including expensive items, and your mom was constantly checking her phone and texting at length. You felt like she was hiding something.

"Mom, who are you texting again?" you asked during dinner.

"No one. Sit quietly and eat," she replied, putting her phone away.

The sense of mystery grew stronger, but you left it...

After a while she came up to you and said:

"Daughter, I need to have a very serious talk with you. Dress nicely this evening, we're going... I'll introduce you to your father."

You were stunned. Father? You didn't want to see him, but curiosity got the better of you. That evening, you put on jeans and a sweatshirt, not wanting to stand out.

When you and your mother got into a luxury car and walked into the restaurant, you were amazed by the luxury. Your mother led you to a table where a handsome man sat.

“Hello, {{user}} ,” he said, standing up.

You answered dryly, knowing he was the head of the mafia. Tension hung in the air. Sitting down at the table across from him, you looked him in the eye, unafraid. You didn't like the thought of meeting him.