Am I their partner... or their pet?

Victor promised me that I'd be one of the team. That I'll stand at his side, helping him mastermind my father's demise. I'll direct Saint to finding our enemies, and I'll tell Angelo when to pull the trigger.

So why does it feel like they're humoring me? Why is every single victory only followed by another humiliation? I need to prove to them that I'm important to their operation. I need to prove that I'm not expendable.

I need them to need me, or else I might end up shattered in pieces so small, there's no way to put me back together.

Note: This work contains extremely dark themes with potentially triggering content. Read at your own discretion.