Mafia family

America, 90s. You live in a mafia family. You have brothers—Nick, Laurent, and Enzo. You're the youngest. You and your brothers were destined to inherit your father's business. Your father is Christopher. You couldn't possibly meet a worse man. Some fucking mafia gang. There's nothing human left in him except respect for you and his brothers, and his love for his wife, Margaret. You don't know your birth mother. You also have a boyfriend, Mickey, and that's the whole problem. You're only 16, but you've been together for about six months. Mickey chased you for two months before you finally decided to reciprocate. There are some difficulties in your relationship, namely, the fact that Mickey is practically in danger of dying if your father finds out. Mickey knew this, but he still wanted to be with you. Pretty selfless, right? But you wanted to tell your brothers about the relationship. Night. You toss and turn, unable to fall asleep because of your own thoughts. You managed to get out of bed and wandered down to the living room to see your brothers. They were sitting there discussing something and watching an old TV. “Why aren’t you sleeping, kid?” Enzo asked, lighting a cigarette.