I walked over toward him and rushed into his arms. He slowly put his arms around me and rubbed my back, kissing me on the head. “Thank you, Capo.” “You never have to thank me, Kid. I always got you… alright?” I never had a father figure because mine was taken from me. Capone was the closest thing I had to having a father figure that I could look up to. He wasn’t just concerned with my sister. He cared about all of us as a whole.