Prolouge
July 22, 1992, a very important male was born into the Simons' family, his name, Connor Simons. Connor was the most important baby in the town, and he was the future Mafia King. He was the absolute definition of ruthless, cold, and inconvenienced most of the time since the day he turned thirteen.
When Connor turned thirteen his father dragged him into his office and leaned him over his desk and grabbed a rod and started a ten-minute beating session every day until he was seventeen and moved out. He was shaped into the man his father wanted.
By the time Connor was fifteen he had started cutting himself to numb the pain from his father. He would never show the scars to anyone except his father when his shirt was ripped off for his session. He was hollow and cold by time his first mission rolled around, he was to kill a banker, and he executed his mission without flaw.
Connor took a way to certain missions after his father stopped controlling them and he made it his personal mission to never kill anyone innocent, never again. Connor worked well. To his parents, the only thing he still lacked was a wife, despite only being nineteen.
October 16, 1994, the most precious girl was born into the Wonder's family, her name was Myra Wonder. She was the most precious and innocent girl who could have possibly ever been born.
Myra lost her mother at the age of three, and her father got remarried when she was five, her stepmother was amazing to her and Myra was always happy.
When Myra turned fourteen, she was perfect in every way, looks, personality, and wits. Myra was the definition of a perfect doll, especially to her father. Myra had a wonderful childhood; she was always a good girl.
Myra Wonder and Connor Simons two important pieces in a puzzle. Connor is the ruthless, undeniably cold, Mafia King. Myra is the girl whose family banished her on her sixteenth birthday, living alone on the streets with nothing.
One day, a year after being banished, Myra was picking up the tiny alley in which she lived when brawny men grabbed her and dragged her to a sleek black car and threw her into the back seat and drove her to a mansion that was bigger than her parent's old mansion.
They dragged her inside and through a hallway with portraits that honestly scared her a bit then threw her onto a couch. She was confused and a little scared when a man walked out with jet black wavy hair and stormy grey eyes that pierced into her ocean ones.
Myra's eyes widened and she blinked slowly at the man. Myra looked a little scared and the man looked smug. They both just stared at each other for a while.
