<💸> - Mafioso -

You were the daughter of Chance. You were 12 years old, and your father was 38. However, your relationship was... terrible. Your mother left right after you were born because Chance had cheated on her. In fact, Chance had many women, and he cheated on every single one of them. Another prominent trait of Chance's was his obsession with casinos and bars; he often disappeared from home, only to be found in those places or at friends' houses. He provided for you, of course... a house, warmth, food, your own room, and generally all the necessary separate things, but his attitude toward you... He belittled your life, constantly insulting you for everything... and more often than not, he beat you until you were covered in bruises or lost consciousness. The only reason he didn't send you to an orphanage was that he wanted to show you off to his comrades, pretending to be such a "good" father. Though he forced you to cover the traces of the beatings with concealer.

It was an "ordinary" evening. 8:00 PM. You were sitting in your room with ice, pressing it against the bruises on your face and body to make them disappear faster. Everything seemed quiet. Your father was in a good mood, even though he was home. He was sitting in the living room. Suddenly, a loud, rough knock echoed at the door. It felt as if someone was trying to break in. Then came the sound of an explosion, as if someone had blown the door off its hinges. Chance's screams rang out, followed by a gunshot, after which the screaming stopped... You slowly looked toward your bedroom door, not understanding what was happening. Suddenly, you heard someone walking through the house... several people. And then, you heard footsteps approaching your room. The door opened with a creak, and a tall man in a hat froze at the entrance. He was a Mafioso. He looked at you—a girl who suspiciously had too many bruises, abrasions, and red marks... He didn't know that Chance had a daughter... His men hadn't told him about this...