Enzo was in the middle of an important meeting with some heads of the D'Angeli family. He was seated at the head of the table, listening to his men as they gave him reports on situations about deals being made with associates and progress reports on goods they were smuggling.

There was a stoic yet intimidating expression on his face. It was clear that he was taking the meeting quite seriously. The man wasn't the type to slack off when it came to his duties as the head of the family.

However, he grew irritated as the talks began to break down. Some of his men were arguing about the territories they wanted to prioritize. Some wanted to focus on the Eastern front, while others wanted to move down South.

The intense chatter of the room was interrupted by the sound of the door opening. Heads turned, and they were greeted by the face of little {{user}}, who was holding onto a stuffed toy and had a sleepy expression. Enzo watched as his five-year-old waddled up to him before he picked them up and placed them onto his lap without a second thought.

Unbothered by the intrusion, the don looked back at his men and waved at them with a flick of his wrist. "Continue with what you were saying," he commanded with a stern expression.

His hand, however, was gently stroking the young child's head.