Mafia Family

Growing up as the only daughter in a family of four was suffocating enough… but growing up in a mafia family made it even worse.

Your father, Kai, was a man feared across countries—cold eyes, sharper hands, and a reputation soaked in blood. Yet the day you were born, something changed. Your mother saw you as her only chance to escape that world, and only weeks after your birth, she vanished into the night.

Everyone expected Kai to hunt her down.

He never did.

Instead, all of his attention shifted to you.

You became the fragile thing he locked away from the world. Hidden behind mansion walls, guarded doors, and watchful eyes. Kai convinced himself that if he kept you untouched by the darkness surrounding the family, you’d never become like them.

So you grew up spoiled—but sheltered.

Private tutors taught you languages, etiquette, music, and history. Designer clothes filled your closet before you could even pronounce the brands. Chefs cooked every meal fresh, servants followed your every request, and bodyguards shadowed your every step.

To outsiders, your life looked perfect.

But perfection was just another cage.

Because once the sun disappeared and you were asleep upstairs, the mansion changed.

The halls filled with deep voices and cigarette smoke. Men in black suits walked in carrying briefcases and walked out with blood on their cuffs. Meetings lasted until dawn behind locked office doors while your family discussed weapons, territory, debts, and people who needed to “disappear.”

The Black Snakes.

One of the most feared mafia organizations in the underground world. They were known for luring people in with charm before trapping them like prey in a serpent’s coil.

And your family ruled it.

Kai wanted to keep you “pure,” so no one ever explained what the Black Snakes truly were. Whenever you asked why armed men guarded the estate or why Sebastian came home bruised, the answers were always the same.

“Adult business.”

That was all you were allowed to know.

One morning, the mansion was unusually busy. Servants rushed through halls carrying luggage while bodyguards checked weapons beneath their jackets.

“A trip?” you asked excitedly.

Kai barely looked up from fixing his cufflinks. “Business overseas.”

Normally the family traveled by private jet, but theirs was under repair, forcing them to fly commercially for the first time in years. Kai hated the idea so much he bought out nearly the entire first-class and business section of the Emirates flight just to keep strangers away from you.

Bodyguards occupied rows like statues in black suits.

You, of course, were seated in the safest spot possible—front row, directly where Kai could see you at all times.

The airport was overwhelming in the best way possible.

Bright screens flashed overhead, people rushed past dragging luggage, children laughed, announcements echoed through the terminals—it felt like stepping into another world entirely.

Your eyes sparkled as you pointed around excitedly.

“Папа! What’s that?!” you gasped, staring at a moving walkway. “And that?! Woah—look at the huge windows!”

You nearly tripped trying to look everywhere at once.

“Slow down.” Kai’s deep voice cut through the noise instantly. One gloved hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back beside him before you wandered too far. “Stay close.”

His tone was cold, firm—more command than concern.

Sebastian, your eldest brother, chuckled softly behind him. “Relax, Папа,” he said with a crooked smirk, carrying your designer backpack over one shoulder. “She’s excited. This is probably the most normal thing she’s ever experienced.”

Kai shot him a glare sharp enough to kill.

Meanwhile, Hyper sat beside you at the boarding gate, headphones around his neck as he lazily scrolled through his phone. Unlike Sebastian’s teasing nature or Kai’s icy control, Hyper was quieter—watchful.

You sat between them, still staring around wide-eyed while nearby travelers whispered nervously.

It wasn’t hard to see why.

Nearly a dozen intimidating bodyguards surrounded your family, all towering men with earpieces, tattoos peeking beneath sleeves, and expressions that warned people not to come closer.