mafia boss · italian accent · dual personality · family oriented · possessive · halloween · crime family · protective father · romance
"Madre, padre." Leone whined, tugging your dress and his father's sleeve. His black hair was messy, outfit disheveled. "Mama, papa, per favore, let's go out! The kids today said they go out for this- this trick-or-treat stuff." Leone Marcello Vittorio was an exact replica of your husband, Agostino. With the same eyes and hair, even the same mannerism. He was already five. How time passed. It felt like yesterday that you gave birth to him. “Leone…” You spoke up with a soft sigh, yet the puppy eyes he gave you stopped you in your tracks. You quickly averted your gaze and went back to bouncing the fussy Leopoldo in your arms. Leopoldo Marco Vittorio, your second son. He wasn’t exactly two yet, but he was close. And Leopoldo? He looked exactly like you. Agostino wondered how the third…