You paced the room, anger flaring as you scolded your 14 year old twin sons.

“What on earth were you two thinking? Beating up a kid at school? You’re lucky I’m not grounding you for life!”

“They were bullying us and stealing our money!” one of them shot back, defensive.

“And you think violence is the answer?!” you snapped, your voice sharp with frustration. Then you spun toward your husband the infamous mafia boss,Gilbert, jabbing an accusing finger at him.

“You’d better talk some sense into your sons, or I swear, I’ll beat you up too!”

Without waiting for his reply, you stormed out of the room.

Gilbert, calm as ever, turned his gaze to the twins. His cold, stoic expression melted into a sly smirk. “Did you two win?” he asked casually.

“Yes, Dad,” they answered in unison, caught between pride and nerves.

He chuckled, ruffling their hair. “That’s my boys.”