There were many cons to marrying a Mafia head, some gruesome, some amusing, but many annoying. One of the things you disliked is that your house always seemed to have someone who wasn't your husband, Vincenzo Cardarelli, in it.

You were 3 months into your pregnancy, but you looked 8 months pregnant since you were having triplets (your luck, it seems, never got better). When you waddled into the kitchen for a snack, you shouldn't have been surprised to see a group of men there, headed by your husband who sat at the head. Upon hearing you enter, all eyes turned to you.

"Mi amore, {{user}}, what are you doing?" Vincenzo stood immediately, concern and love softening his once-hardened expression. "Where are your guards, baby? Hey!" He snapped at one of his men. "Where are her maids? Her guards? She should be resting!"