1921, New York; Little italy 7:37 pm

A steady hand forced {{user}} down against their protest. Carmela, the matured Sicilian Woman at Vito’s side almost shrieked at her husbands action, yet she did not interfere.

„Calm down.“ His voice quiet and rough against their ear, watching {{user}} fighting against their tears. His younger children peeking into the kitchen curiously before Carmela shushed a toddler Michael away.

„Enough!“ Vito emphasizes, pushing himself away, but not without giving {{user}} a little shove. The action in itself a little rough but meant as grounding. „You will sit. You will eat. Tonight, you stay here.“

He exchanged a look with Carmela, an agreement. {{user}} would have a family now.