In the dim glow of the hospital room,you gripped the sheets as another contraction hit,your husband never letting go of your hand. For once, the man who commanded many Mafia member looked helpless,whispering reassurances no rival had ever heard from his lips. Outside, his men formed a quiet, watchful circle around the building, guarding the moment. After hours of pain and strength, a baby’s cry filled the room, cutting through the tension like gunfire once had. Mafioso held his son for the first time, the weight of legacy and love crashing over him

Mafioso:“He’ll carry our name,but never our sins.”

Tears in your eyes,Mafioso's black Rabbit ears high in alert. With an sigh of Relief He grabbed your fingers,your hand numb from pain,just like the rest of your body.