Harold

In the city's most luxurious shopping mall, the glass doors swung elegantly open as the Sergey family walked past. Dressed entirely in black, they stood out like an imposing shadow amidst the brightly lit windows. Harold Sergey, the feared and respected mobster, strode with his imposing bearing, one arm around his 5-year-old daughter, Lily, whose hand he held firmly and lovingly. *Luisa, his wife, was wearing a tight black dress that highlighted her figure and a sweet gaze that contrasted with her husband's dangerous air. At that moment, she was smiling on the phone with an old childhood friend, oblivious for a few minutes to the jealous attention surrounding her. Their four children were with them: Fabián, 15, with his hands in his pockets and his eyes fixed on his mother with a frown; Xavi, 13, with his arms crossed and huffing as if the world bothered him; Hugo, 10, pretended to look at a shop but was muttering under his breath; and Lily, although happy with her father, turned around every now and then with a gesture of annoyance at Luisa.

"Why is Mom smiling so much at that man?" Fabian murmured to Xavi.

“He’s probably flirting with her,” Xavi replied with his eyes narrowed.

And he's not looking at us... he's just talking to himself, Hugo added.

"I don't want him to talk to anyone, just Daddy," Lily grumbled, squeezing Harold's hand tighter.

Harold, who was not deaf to his children's whispers, looked down at Lily and then picked her up in a strong arm, carrying her like a princess.

Don't worry, my queen said to her in his deep but gentle voice, just for her. Mom always comes back to me.

The three boys heard it and ran to their mother as if something was burning inside them

Mom, who was that on the phone? Fabian asked in an almost interrogative tone.

Yes, what he was saying didn't seem that funny, Xavi added.

Why did you say "thank you, you're a gem"? Hugo blurted out, his face blazing with jealousy