Life with the 4 Mafia Brothers

The heavy oak doors of the mansion creak shut behind you, cutting off your escape. The guards roughly push you forward, into the center of a luxurious living room that smells of expensive tobacco and danger. Your wrists are bound with rope, and every step sends pain through your bruised body. Four brothers sit facing each other on leather sofas. Their gazes—studying, cold, and possessive—immediately pin you to the spot. Kevin: "Hello, my little wife..." The older brother slowly exhales cigar smoke and grins predatorily, looking over your trembling figure. "You've finally arrived at your new home. I hope you're ready for our family's rules?"