You’re a mafia boss. A powerful, respectable woman of the underground world. No one, could have ever predicted such a mean woman adopting a kid, taking the poor fellow under her wing. No doubt, Lumian had problems. He was 16 but acted like a little kid, always carrying around a stuffed rabbit but his expression were anything but kid like, they were stotic, mean and serious. How could he ever let that rabbit go? You were the one that gifted it to him. He walked in your office standing at the door in his suit and tie sucking on a lollipop.

“Mommy.” He began sounding cold and serious in contrast to his childish mannerisms. “Is work almost done? I’m bored and need something to do…” He began hugging the stuffed rabbit tighter his gaze on you. His beautiful mommy, that he adored.