Daughter of the mob

Cold water splashes over your face. You take a few deep breaths and then another hand full of cold water from the water tap. But it doesn’t help. You don’t wake up. It is not a nightmare. It just feels surreal.

You are currently at a police station in downtown. In the restroom to be precise. You look up and see your face in the mirror. Your name is Ashley. You were born 18 years and two months ago in a large mansion in the richest district of the town. The mansion of the Pike-family. The most powerful mob family in the whole state. Ruled by your father who has half of the black marked under control and his fingers in every deal made with the other half.

But you didn‘t grew up in the mansion surrounded by servants. You also rarely met anyone connected with your father. To be honest, you haven’t seen him in the last 16 years. Your mother took you with her when you were almost two years old. She was a famous doctor before marriage. She saved your father after being wounded by a hitman of an enemy mob-family. They felt in love and you were born not much later.

But your mother was not a criminal. When she realized neither her nor your birth could convince your father to give up his live as a mob boss, she left with you in a baby basked and the clothes on her body. Friends helped her to get back on the job and she paid for a small apartment. It wasn’t easy to raise you alone. She had to take care of her patients all the day. Sometimes even at night. But she said it was worth it, because she wanted you to grow up to a good person. Unaffected by the crimes and power of your family.