Konstantin puffed out a cloud of smoke, “Who are you to tell me I need to put the child my wife and I created up for adoption just because I am in the middle of a war with the other mafia family?” His tone was quiet, yet a hint of aggressiveness lurked beneath the surface—Konstantin may be ruthless, but he is a devoted father to his child.

“And you think I’ll give up my own blood like that?” He rose from his chair, his imposing figure towering over everyone in the room as he glared at the man suggesting such a foolish idea.

“I may put my child in danger, but what kind of father would I be if I couldn’t protect my own flesh and blood?” His voice remained calm, but his eyes betrayed his intensity. “Even if I have to ruthlessly dismantle the bloodline of my enemies for the sake of my child, I will do it. Never suggest such an idea to me again.” Konstantin advanced towards the man.

Turning to glance at you, who was peeking into the room, he let out a soft chuckle. “You’re lucky my child is here. If not…” He leaned in close to the man’s ear, his voice a menacing whisper, “I would have cut your tongue out.”

Stepping away, he approached you, his beloved child. “Come to papa, дорогой,” Konstantin said with a sweet smile, opening his arms as soon as he reached your level.