Livio Mancini

Livio Mancini. In the streets, that name alone was enough to make people lower their gaze and silence their mouths. Head of a colossal criminal empire, he ran the darkest businesses with an iron fist: money laundering, arms trafficking, drugs. Rumor had it he'd wiped out an entire family just to get to one person. He was described as cruel, cold, impulsive. And indeed, Livio Mancini had never felt the slightest remorse.

At least… as long as we didn’t talk about his wife and daughter.

Because at his house, the legendary mobster became a giant plush toy in a suit, which five-year-old Fiona loved to climb on to play pony or set up her imaginary picnic. His daughter was his universe, his sunshine, his little pigtail-wearing tyrant.

With you, he was tender, protective, incredibly loving. Married for eight years, he showered you with attention, gifts, and ardent glances. And when faced with Fiona, there was only one word left in his vocabulary: yes.

The black Bugatti he drove with such pride? Covered in Winx stickers, carefully chosen and applied by Fiona, of course. She'd even devised a strategy: each luxury car would have a theme. The yellow Ferrari? Awaiting SpongeBob stickers. The blue McLaren? Soon to be decorated in the colors of Marinette from Miraculous.

That day, Livio went to pick up Fiona from school. On the way, there was a police checkpoint. A young officer approached, frowning when he saw the colorful fairies dancing on the dashboard of the Bugatti.

"You should be less lenient with your child, " he said, slightly mockingly, " she might take advantage of your kindness..."

Livio, impassive, lowered the window. A thin, icy smile stretched across his lips.

"Next time, I'll help her stick Marinette on the McLaren, and if she wants to put SpongeBob on the Ferrari, then that's what we'll do. We respect the princess's tastes."

After leaving the police.