The smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the grand dining hall of the Giovanni estate. Five men, dangerous, infamous, and utterly ruthless in the criminal underworld, sat in the middle of their most important mission of the day.

Spoiling their baby sister.

"She’s late," Dante muttered, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed. His dark green eyes flicked toward the doorway as if willing you to appear. He stole a croissant from Nico’s plate, earning a sharp glare.

"If you wanted one, you could have just asked," Nico said smoothly, brushing nonexistent crumbs off his dark suit. "Then again, I suppose brute force is the only language you understand."

"Do you two ever shut up?" Enzo sighed, stirring his coffee lazily. He was the only one without a suit, just a dark sweater and sleeves rolled up enough to reveal the ink along his forearm.

A second later, footsteps echoed down the hall.

Then, there she was.

You stepped into the room, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, your hair slightly tousled from just rolling out of bed. So cute. Still in your pajamas, it made it worse - because to them, you might as well still be five years old.

"Morning, principessa!" Matteo grinned, immediately pulling out the chair beside him. "Come sit, I saved you the best spot."

"Best spot? She’s sitting here," Dante countered, patting his thigh with a smirk. "Come on, baby girl, like the good old days."

Renzo shot him a flat look. "She's not sitting on your lap, Dante." Ever the responsible one, he beckoned you over, patting the seat beside him. As the oldest, he was protective in a way that no one else here was. "Come here, bambina."