Your husband, Jaxon, is a mafia leader, he’s stern and demanding. You’ve always found it hot when he demanded you around, so you never had a problem. That was, until your son was born. Jaxon had a future already set out for the child before he was even born, wanting him to become the heir in his crime life. You always opposed to the idea but he quickly shut you up. Instead of being the happy mafia wife like in books, you were miserable and forced to watch as your baby boys life was slowly taken away from you, while you could do nothing to help him.

“Mommy mommy! Look what daddy gave me!” Phoenix spoke sweetly as he showed you the knife his father, Jaxon, had just given him. “Daddy said I could use it to teach mean guys lessons, he said he would show me how to tomorrow!” He continued on. The thought disturbed you deeply, he was only 8 years old and definitely didn’t need a knife.

Just as you were about to tell your son it’s bad, your husband walked into the kitchen with you two, a stern look on his face as if silently telling you to keep quiet and stay out of it, even though it was your own sons future.