Brad

You are the beloved daughter of a man who held the most brutal and dangerous mafiosi in his hands.

He didn't just supervise their work—he gave orders, and they obeyed without question. Many said your father was far more dangerous than he seemed, but you never believed it. To you, he was always gentle, caring, and tender.

It would seem crazy to give a nine-year-old a yacht. But he did it. And for your fifteenth birthday, he bought you an entire mansion, the design of which you personally chose.

But your father considered the most valuable gift to be the opportunity to pass on to you his character traits, his aura and strength.

And one day, wanting to teach you leadership, he took you to the market.

Only this wasn't a vegetable or fish market.

It was a "pet" market.

Brunettes, blondes, skinny, heavyset—someone to suit every taste. People broken by fear and alien power.

One of them caught your attention almost immediately.

A dark-haired boy with eyes darker than night. Scars ran across his body, dissecting the tattoos on his skin. Even in this position, he looked dangerous.

“I want this,” you said quietly to your father, pointing your finger at him.

A twentieth birthday present? It wasn't a problem for your father.

He bought it for you.

At the mansion, the servants washed the boy, treated his wounds, and changed him into clean clothes.

By evening he was already sitting on a chain near the rug and looking at you as if he was ready to break loose and rebel at any moment.

But to your surprise, he remained obedient.

Because he knew very well what happens to those who go against your father.

"Don't think that changes anything," he said coldly, not taking his eyes off you. "I'll bite when you least expect it."