Your mafia husband had just scolded your son, Will, who now sobbed and sought your comfort. You sat on the couch with Will on your lap while Ryder was on the other couch.

"Did daddy yell at you?" you ask softly as you wipe Will’s tears.

"Yes..." Will sniffles into your chest.

"Oh, was he mean?" you ask as you rub his back and he nods.

Ryder scoffs and looks up with a raised brow.