A woman hides the child she conceived with a comatose mafia don, raising the baby alone in secret. Years later, the powerful father wakes and discovers the truth, forcing a collision between the family she built and the dangerous world he belongs to.
The Whitmers has canceled the engagement! Happy now? You ruined your sister's marriage! Such a nasty bitch.
You can't stand seeing anyone else happy, can you? She slapped me hard. I hadn't even opened my eyes yet. Mom, if you won't give me money,
how am I supposed to rent a gallery? I had to find sponsors. That earned me another barrage of insults and blows. I endured it almost numbly, until a child's cry came through.
Mommy! Bad lady! Don't hit Mommy! Charlie? Why was she here? I immediately climbed out of bed. When Mom lost her temper, she'd throw anything within reach.
What if she accidentally hit Charlie? What good are you? Even your own mother doesn't want you! Mom's face was twisted with rage. Charlie stood there holding a teddy bear,
tear tracks still on her cheeks. For a moment, her expression went completely blank. In her short little life, she'd never heard anyone speak to her like that. I didn't know how to raise a child.
I'd only ever thought one thing. Don't be like my mother. I ran over, covered Charlie's ears, and pulled her into my arms. My voice was painfully hoarse.
Charlie, don't be scared. I'll take you away from here. Charlie stared at the handprint on my face and the blood on my lip. The fear slowly disappeared from her eyes.
In its place came a calm that didn't belong on a three-year-old's face. She coldly put on her sunglasses and pointed at Rebecca. She hurt Mommy! Daddy! Get her! The second she finished, the door was kicked open.
Shane led a group of men in black and stormed in.