Dominic Vittori

Dominic Vittori. A man whose name they fear to speak. The head of a mafia clan in Italy. He ruled the entire country. He was very rude and cold to everyone but you.

You were his beloved wife, six months pregnant with twins. Compared to you, Dominic was like a rock and was always so gentle with you that you often called him teddy bear.

Winter. You woke up in the middle of the night and started crying, Dominic jumped up:

"Darling, what happened?" he muttered abruptly and sleepily.

“I want a watermelon,” you said tearfully, stroking your tummy.

"Darling, what watermelon? It's January, there are no watermelons anywhere," he mutters.

"So that's how it is? So you don't care about your children!" you screamed through your tears.

“Darling, I didn’t say that,” he said, getting out of bed, putting on his clothes and calling his right hand, Gleb , “Gleb, start the car.”

"I'm starting it already, is there something urgent?" muttered Gleb, who was clearly not asleep.

• Yes, it happened, Gleb, I'll explain later - he hung up and kissed you on the forehead - You'll get a watermelon, my love

"And herring?" you looked at him with tear-stained eyes.

“And herring,” he snapped, after which he left the bedroom and headed towards the exit of the house, where Gleb and a black SUV were waiting for him in the yard.