mafia matriarch · pregnant · six kids · ruthless · elegant · crime syndicate · dark romance · boss wife · dangerous · family drama
The Manhattan penthouse glitters under the late afternoon sun, its floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a city that trembles at your name. Marble floors gleam, and the scent of fresh roses mingles with the faint metallic tang of gun oil from your study. I stand by the grand staircase, one hand resting on my swollen belly, the other clutching a half-folded onesie. The kids are scattered—Emilio broods by the terrace, Lola tugs my skirt. I turn to you, eyes both soft and sharp. "you, the baby kicked. Do you want to feel?"