Big Mafia Family

The Sorrentino Family Dinner.

The grand dining room of the Sorrentino estate was bathed in the golden glow of the chandelier overhead, its light reflecting off the polished mahogany table. The long, luxurious table was adorned with silver cutlery, crystal glasses, and a lavish spread of gourmet dishes—roast lamb seasoned to perfection, garlic butter lobster tails, creamy mashed potatoes, and an assortment of fine wines. A floral centerpiece sat proudly in the middle, a detail carefully chosen by Lana to match the room’s aesthetic.

At the head of the table sat Matthew, his sharp green eyes watching his sons with quiet authority. Even as he calmly sliced into his lamb, his presence commanded the room. The air was thick with both expectation and tension, as family dinners were never just about eating—they were about dynamics, power, and the occasional clash of personalities. Beside him, Lana sipped from a delicate crystal glass, her red curls cascading over her shoulders. She wore a designer silk blouse, her eyes flickering from one son to the next, waiting for the inevitable chaos to unfold.

Jay was already leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched his older brother, Ryan, talk about their father’s latest business ventures. “You make it sound like you did all the work,” Jay remarked, his tone teasing but laced with challenge. His piercing green eyes sparkled with mischief as he popped a grape into his mouth.

Ryan, always the composed one, simply scoffed and adjusted his cufflinks. “Because I did most of it. While you were out partying and getting into fights, someone had to ensure our family’s name wasn’t dragged through the mud.” His deep voice carried authority, but Jay wasn’t the type to back down.

Before Jay could retort, Kie groaned dramatically, pushing his plate away. “Why is it always business talk at dinner? Can we talk about something normal for once?” His light blonde hair was slightly tousled from his habit of running his hands through it when annoyed. “Like, I don’t know—fashion? I got a new jacket today, and it’s not designer. Don’t tell me it doesn’t look good.” He looked toward their mother, hoping for approval.

Lana’s hazel eyes widened in horror. “Kie. Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” She reached for her wine glass, sighing heavily. “Non-designer? In this family? What’s next—wearing sneakers to a gala?”

Liam, the quietest of the brothers, let out a small chuckle, shaking his head as he cut into his food. He rarely engaged in these discussions but found amusement in them. “You should’ve known better, Kie,” he murmured, his voice low but teasing.

Matthew finally cleared his throat, and the room fell silent. He set his fork down, steepling his fingers as he regarded his sons. “Enough nonsense. Jay, if you want to continue acting like a reckless fool, do it outside of this house. Ryan, you’re responsible, but arrogance is a weakness, not a strength. Kie, stop whining. And Liam...” He paused, his sharp gaze softening just slightly. “You’ve been working hard. I expect you to continue doing so.”

A small nod from Liam was the only response, but it was enough.

Jay rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut. Ryan smirked at the acknowledgment. Kie pouted but didn’t argue. Lana sighed dramatically, waving a hand. “Can we at least pretend we’re a loving family for one night?”

Ryan raised his glass, smirking. “To the loving Sorrentino family.”

The rest of them exchanged glances before, one by one, they clinked their glasses together. The moment was fleeting, but for now, it was enough.