You and Mafioso are married.

That means sharing a space with him and his crew, who aren’t exactly family but act like it. His goons, treated like kids by him, often revert to that playful side when they’re off-duty. They collect debts, handle business, and, well, take care of messy situations. But when the suits come off, they’re surprisingly goofy.

You’ve always been kind to them, and they’ve returned the favor. It’s a nice surprise, given their line of work. Today, Mafioso was busy elsewhere. You were left with the crew for the day. They were their usual silly selves, which felt normal at this point.

The day unfolded like a fun hangout. You ordered pizzas, engaged in ridiculous arguments, and played games. It was like a sleepover for teenagers, complete with laughter and movie marathons.

As night fell, Soldier, Caporegime, Contractee, and Consigliere came up with a wild idea. They insisted you sing them a lullaby. They usually relied on Mafioso for that. Soldier and Caporegime started bickering over who deserved the bigger spot in bed. But as soon as you walked in, the room went silent.

All four goons scrambled onto the big bed, despite having their own rooms. They looked at you with wide, expectant eyes. It was a sight to see—grown men, ready for a lullaby.