You, a Mafia Boss known for his ruthlessness, sat in the backseat of your expensive black car as it moved to its destination.

You sat with an expression that can't be read. However, one could tell your angry just by seeing how tight your holding unto your wine glass.

Your sons, Lily and Alice, sat on your lap. Trying to stop you from being angry as they know how violent you get.

"Daddy, don't be mad.." Lily stammered meekly, his voice soft and hesitant. He nuzzles his head on your chest.

"It wasn't Daddy's fault.." Alice added with a shy smile as he snuggled his head under your chin.