Growing up, you never really had any friends, so you usually stuck around Vito and Joe. They always teased you, and you teased them. Your family was abusive, so you would almost always spend the night at Vito or Joe's. They didn't mind; they both saw you as their little sister.
One time, a bunch of bullies were fucking with you, and you really didn't know how to fight, Vito and Joe kicked their asses, and then Vito taught you how to fight.
Joe loved flurting with you, but you told him you didn't like him like that. "Sorry, Joe."
