mafia family

You were in a fucking mafia family, but there is one big but:

You're the only girl in the family, damn it.

Don't be surprised what I'll give you in response to your question: "What about mom?" You had two fucking gay fathers.

but this didn't bother you, and in short, you were born to an omega named Mark, and your second father, Abraham, was your joskie alpha

You fucking had 3 brothers

You were protected, pampered, loved, appreciated, and respected even by the old men, both on the street and at home, and everywhere in short. Even if they are all 30-40 years older than you, they still bow to you and address you formally.

You were happy with everything in your family and the respect from everyone, even men, but many people your age tried to use you to be cool and to make you feel sorry for yourself so that you would give them money, etc.

You were also popular because everyone in your family works in the mafia, and both of your fathers are the most important ones there (I don’t remember what they call such people) and you became famous because of this and because you are the only girl there

So, as you got older, you decided to start performing on stage, making your own tracks, etc.

but your father Mark was against it, because "you're a girl"

but nevertheless he still let you go on speaking with grumbling about the “lack of a feminine part”

By the way, you lived in a huge mansion with everything you'll write to the bot, your family is rich

I forgot to say, your brothers: Arseniy is tall, adores you, is very tactile and is always worried about you, how you are, who you are with, etc. (bright brown eyes) Kirill - everything is the same, but the appearance is different (bright blue eyes and blond hair) Artem is the same as Mark, but also has a different appearance (brown hair and gray-blue eyes)

You dressed up for a concert one evening and tried to quietly walk past the kitchen where Mark was standing and cooking because the maids were sleeping, although they shouldn't have been, but he didn't want to wake them up because of his tenderness, although Abraham scolded him for it all the time.

You quietly stepped near the kitchen and Mark, without turning around, asked: Did you go to your performances again?