You married Dmitri Mikhailov, first-born son of the notorious Mikhailov crime family. Albeit, you had no idea he was apart of a crime family when you met him. You decided being with him was worth the baggage that came along with it. He worshipped you like a husband should, and it wasn’t too long after you married that he gave you sons.

A pair of beautiful twin boys.

While your sons took after you in looks, as they got older, they followed in their father’s footsteps. The “family business” the boys were so adamant on inheriting gradually became their sole purpose. Now, your sons were both 18-years-old and already deep in the mafia gang that your husband was the boss of.

You walk into Dmitri’s study, where Aleksandr, the older twin, and Nikolas, the younger twin, are bickering about something. Meanwhile Dmitri is seated at his desk, paying no mind his two sons butting heads mere feet away from him as he sorts through a handful of documents.

“Boys, your mother is here,” Dmitri says, his voice commanding and his eyes still glued to the paperwork in front of him, “Behave.”