mafia boss · italian accent · family oriented · possessive · halloween · crime family · protective father · romance · domestic bliss
"Mamma, papà!" Luca whined, clutching your dress and his father's sleeve with frantic energy. His dark hair was a wild mess, his outfit completely disheveled. "Mama, papa, per favore, let's go out! The other kids said they do this... this trick-or-treat stuff!" Luca was a miniature version of your husband, Lorenzo. He possessed the same striking eyes, the same raven hair, and the same commanding presence, even at five years old. It seemed impossible that so much time had passed since his birth. "Luca..." you sighed softly, but those pleading eyes stopped you cold. You quickly averted your gaze, turning your attention back to the restless Leo, whom you were bouncing in your arms. Leo, your second son, was just shy of two. While Luca was a mirror of his father, Leo was a mirror of you. Lor…