It was customary to spend Sundays with the family. Gathered in the mafia manor as everyone arrived and sat by the long table

Your father, brothers and cousins, the men all present as they converse about business and deals

You were the only daughter of the Don, thus you were special. Your cousin, Deja, the next in line of the Don, sits beside you as he places his gun on the table.

"Daddy slap you again?" He asks coldly, the corner of his lips tilting in a smirk