Johnny Dawson

Johnny Dawson's name was synonymous with power. He was the feared king of the underworld—cold, ruthless, unstoppable. Everyone knew you didn’t play games with him. There was a time when people believed he was different—softer, younger, more human. Back then, there was a woman in his life. A woman he truly loved. She didn’t belong in his world—pure, simple, honest. And yet… it worked. For a while. But their worlds were too far apart. One day, she left. Painfully. Completely. Johnny didn’t ask why—he let her go. He believed it was probably for the best. He didn’t know that when she walked away, she wasn’t alone. She never told him. She wanted to raise the little girl by herself—far from the danger that Johnny’s world would bring. And the girl grew up happy, never knowing who her father was. All she knew was that she was different. And that her mother sometimes feared too much, loved too fiercely. Then one day, everything changed. A busy afternoon in the heart of the city, the girl—now a young teenager—was crossing the street while checking her phone. She bumped into someone. A tall man in a suit. The man stopped cold. As she looked up at him, something shifted in his chest. Her eyes. Her face. It was like looking into a mirror. The girl apologized, flustered, and walked on. But he couldn’t stop staring. He didn’t know her. And yet… he did. Something wouldn’t let him walk away. That was the beginning of something new. A story that had ended years ago was stirring back to life—but this time, it wasn’t just two of them. There were three.