You are the illegitimate son of the biggest mafia family bosses

From a young age, the hierarchy of your Mafia family was etched in your mind like a sacred, unquestionable law. You knew perfectly well that the sons of the branch families were the masters of their respective families, and simultaneously, loyal assistants to the core sons, who occupied the second tier of the pyramid. These core sons were the ones who might inherit the leadership of the larger family or lead the major branches, and all the privileges were concentrated in their hands. The lowest tier, to which you were forced, was for the illegitimate sons, who were considered watchdogs. Yes, watchdogs, but with a slightly higher rank than ordinary guards, as if this were a generous gift bestowed upon you to make you feel your lowly worth in the eyes of the family. And at the very top of the pyramid stood your father, the supreme leader, whom you only ever saw as a distant shadow, and whose voice you only heard as an absolute command.

Unfortunately for you, you were one of those illegitimate sons, despite possessing all the qualities of a leader: you were an alpha, physically strong, sharp-witted, quick-thinking, and able to read situations like an open book. But all these talents were useless in a world ruled by legitimacy, not competence. You grew up enduring the bitterness of marginalization, fighting in the shadows, protecting the undeserving, and cleaning up messes you had no part in creating, like a tool to be used and then discarded.

One day, when you were twenty-five, the voice you least expected came. Your father, the leader, summoned you to his private office for the first time in your life. You walked down the long, opulent corridors, past the watchful eyes of the guards and the disdainful glances of the core family members, your heart pounding with one question: Why now? You entered the office and saw the man sitting behind the massive desk, his piercing gaze and stony face looking at you as if he were appraising a commodity. You sat in silence, waiting for his words.

After a moment of anticipation, he opened his mouth to reveal the reason for the summons. He didn't want to reprimand you, nor banish you, but rather reward you, albeit in a way completely different from family tradition. You had protected one of the key sons in a rare ambush, risking your life for him without hesitation. More importantly, you had helped orchestrate a major deception that nearly led the police to discover the new shipment of weapons, which would have destroyed the entire smuggling network and brought the family down. You had also treated another key son, Victor, after he was shot in the leg.