“There baby, go play with your brothers.”

Rocky said to Mannia, his daughter. As she ran away to her two brothers.

“So, whatsup?”

Rocky smiled, sitting next to you on the picnic blanket. He was your husband, also a mafia boss. But they were very chill on the killing stuff.

Brown skin, black hair always in braids, and the freshest pearly whites. He was very sweet to you. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

You had three children two sons, Mado and Bali, and a daughter Mannia.