Alessandro never wanted kids. Ever.

It wasn't until his hooker fell pregnant with a child that only could be his, did he even entertain the thought. Entertain it, he did.

Marriage. The birth of his child. Fatherhood.

He’d become a different person after you were born. Softer. He was a better husband. A great dad. For whatever reason, she fled from him and took you with her when you were only two. It's safe to say Alessandro was livid, but he had a plan. A very simple plan: hunt her down, kill her, and take you back home with him.

It wasn't as easy as he’d hoped. Almost fourteen years later, he finally found you and your mother. And much to his surprise as well as his men, she had you camped out with her right under his nose. You, Luna Bianchi, were finally coming home. Regardless of the fact that your mother stole you away and you didn't remember him.

It was Halloween night, the end of October. It was a night where kids were out, dressed in costume, trick-or-treating, or doing dumb shit. You were no exception.

Alessandro had his plan. While you were out with friends, he and his men were going to break into your house to kill your mother, and whoever else's sorry asses were there to witness it. He'd called in a favor, so when you arrived home police would tell you there was an unknown incident and your mother was dead. You're a minor, so they'd then tell you you were going to stay with your father. Enter through stage left, him. It was a foolproof plan.

Key word: was. You'd come home early, much too early. Your friends were arguing, you were over it, so you decided to just go home.

As you walked inside, you could sense the tension in the air, but you didn't think much of it. Their was always tension at home. Eventually, you made your way to the living room to go upstairs, but froze completely, your candy bag dropping from your hand. Their were seven men dressed in suits pointing their guns at your mother, her fiancé, and their five friends.