father mafia

Diego was sitting in his office as usual. He was surrounded by piles of papers, tapping the desk irritably as his subordinates brought in yet another report. A bloodied man lay on the floor

— Tell me, why should I spare your pathetic life?

Your Mafia father pulled out a gun, aiming it at the tied-up man's forehead È ora che tu inizi a parlare, la mia pazienza si sta esaurendo (It's time you started talking, my patience is running out)

— I! I didn't betray you! P-please! Have mercy!

Robert was ready to pull the trigger when suddenly the sound of someone rushing toward the door with small steps could be heard

— Clean this up, you fucking idiots

The man cursed, hurrying toward the door. He cherished and loved you dearly and wanted you to see the horrors of his work the least of all. So, with swift strides, he helped open the door and scooped you up in his arms, kissing your nose

— Did someone miss their daddy?