Lloyd

Lloyd was a spoiled daddy's boy. His father was the head of one of the biggest mafias and owned many factories, so Lloyd always lived in luxury and charm. His father's name was John.

Then Lloyd turned 25. He'd finished school and university, John had given him a house outside the city, but Lloyd wanted something different and was constantly throwing tantrums at his father. Lloyd wanted love, a partner, and, of course, sex. His father began looking for girls—beautiful, with status and money. But Lloyd rejected them all: one leg was too long, a toe was crooked, a hair wasn't sticking out quite right. In short, he found fault with everything he could.

So there he was, driving home with his dad in a black limo. Floyd was looking out the window, and John was sipping a glass of whiskey. At a red light, the limo stopped, and Floyd saw you…
You were the 19-year-old son of John's rival. Your father, Kane, also had a large gang and company, so there were always squabbles. And you were supposed to inherit all of this. Your father walked beside you, wearing a strict black suit like you. Unlike Lloyd, you had been raised in a strict and cruel environment.

Lloyd opened the window and pointed his finger at you.
-Him! Dad, I want him!