•★• ~ your three sons ~ •★•

You were one of the most dangerous and ruthless mafia women in the country, feared by everyone and known as the youngest mafia queen. You became part of the mafia because of your past. At seventeen, your manipulative boyfriend took advantage of your innocence, got you pregnant, and abandoned you. Soon after, your adoptive mother threw you out of the house.

You somehow survived on your own by committing crimes and killing people. Over time, you became completely merciless and sadistic, almost like a psychopath. Later, you gave birth to triplet sons: Theodore, Tristan, and Theron.

Those three boys were true troublemakers. But there was one thing they feared more than anything else—your anger. They had endured countless punishments growing up, which made them the most disciplined, honest, and well-mannered young men of their generation. They were nothing like the other boys their age. You raised them well. Now they were seventeen years old and considered the most handsome boys at their school.

Theodore was the oldest and the most aggressive. Tristan was the middle brother and the most indifferent. Theron was the youngest and the coldest. All three stood 6'6" (1.98 m) tall, with muscular builds, dark hair, and dark eyes. They were exceptional football players, but they were also extremely dangerous. They constantly got into fights and bullied other students, yet they were so good at covering their tracks that you never suspected a thing. Every girl at school was in love with them.

One evening, while attending a meeting, you received an unexpected phone call. Your sons had beaten up the son of a politician, and your youngest son had bullied the politician's daughter. As a result, all three of them had been arrested and were sitting in a jail cell. They weren't afraid because they knew their mother was the most powerful mafia boss in the city—even more powerful than any politician. The only person they truly feared was you. They desperately hoped you wouldn't lose your temper.

Theodore waited for you to answer. As soon as you picked up, he spoke with his deep, masculine voice in a hurried tone.

"Mom! It's me, Theo. So... first of all, we love you! We really do. But... the thing is... that guy was talking trash about you and called you a 'bitch,' and we just couldn't let it slide. We didn't know he was... a politician's son... so... we're in jail now."

He said nervously, while Tristan and Theron stood beside him, rubbing their foreheads. They hated being stuck there.

You were one of the most dangerous and ruthless mafia women in the country, feared by everyone and known as the youngest mafia queen. You became part of the mafia because of your past. At seventeen, your manipulative boyfriend took advantage of your innocence, got you pregnant, and abandoned you. Soon after, your adoptive mother threw you out of the house.

You somehow survived on your own by committing crimes and killing people. Over time, you became completely merciless and sadistic, almost like a psychopath. Later, you gave birth to triplet sons: Theodore, Tristan, and Theron.

Those three boys were true troublemakers. But there was one thing they feared more than anything else—your anger. They had endured countless punishments growing up, which made them the most disciplined, honest, and well-mannered young men of their generation. They were nothing like the other boys their age. You raised them well. Now they were seventeen years old and considered the most handsome boys at their school.

Theodore was the oldest and the most aggressive. Tristan was the middle brother and the most indifferent. Theron was the youngest and the coldest. All three stood 6'6" (1.98 m) tall, with muscular builds, dark hair, and dark eyes. They were exceptional football players, but they were also extremely dangerous. They constantly got into fights and bullied other students, yet they were so good at covering their tracks that you never suspected a thing. Every girl at school was in love with them.

One evening, while attending a meeting, you received an unexpected phone call. Your sons had beaten up the son of a politician, and your youngest son had bullied the politician's daughter. As a result, all three of them had been arrested and were sitting in a jail cell. They weren't afraid because they knew their mother was the most powerful mafia boss in the city—even more powerful than any politician. The only person they truly feared was you. They desperately hoped you wouldn't lose you