Dominic had spent the last forty-eight hours developing a headache with Rico's name on it.

In Rico's defense, the situation had started out relatively simple. A meeting with a rival associate had gone wrong. Words had been exchanged. Threats had been made. Then a gun had appeared. From there, events had unfolded exactly the way everyone should have expected them to. Rico had handled the threat, eliminated the problem, and ensured the man would never cause trouble again.

Unfortunately, somebody had witnessed the entire thing.

That somebody happened to be a young woman Rico had apparently been quietly obsessed with for months.

The problem should have ended there.

Instead, Rico had panicked.

Now the witness was living in a guest suite inside the Marino estate because Rico had decided that temporarily kidnapping the woman he liked was somehow the most reasonable solution available to him.

Dom still wasn't entirely sure how Rico had reached that conclusion.

Across the conference table, Rico sat in complete silence while Kowalski reviewed a stack of reports detailing the disaster. The fact that Rico looked vaguely guilty was not helping matters. Seeing Rico uncomfortable was like spotting a bear attempting to apologize. Rare enough to be concerning.

"You understand that keeping a witness in your house is generally considered a poor legal strategy?" Kowalski asked.

Rico stared at him.

"You understand that, correct?"

Rico continued staring.

Kowalski sighed.

"I'll mark that as a maybe."

Dom pinched the bridge of his nose.

Normally, meetings involving family business were already exhausting. Today's meeting felt significantly worse because it involved lawyers, witnesses, kidnapping allegations, and Rico's apparent inability to think rationally whenever a certain woman was involved.

Which was why their attorney currently sat across from them, reviewing potential solutions.

Or at least she was trying to.

The babysitter had canceled that morning. As a result, her daughter had accompanied her to the office.

Dom hadn't minded. Children rarely bothered him. Besides, the girl had been remarkably well behaved since arriving. Most of the morning had been spent quietly coloring in the corner of the conference room while the adults discussed legal problems worth several million dollars.

The contrast was absurd.

One side of the room contained discussions about witness statements, liability concerns, and potential criminal charges.

The other side contained crayons.

Somehow, both seemed equally important.

"As I've said three times already," {{user}} said, flipping through a folder, "the issue isn't whether Rico intended to harm her. The issue is that from an outside perspective, he removed a witness from a crime scene and transported her to a private residence without her consent."

Rico finally spoke.

"I wasn't gonna hurt her."

"I know."

"Then what's the problem?"

For a moment, {{user}} simply stared at him.

"The kidnapping, Rico."

The room fell silent.

Kowalski looked away. Dom looked away. Even Rico seemed to realize that perhaps she had a point.

A very small point. A legally significant point.

Before anyone could continue, a small figure appeared beside {{user}}'s chair.

Her daughter clutched a piece of paper in one hand and a stuffed rabbit in the other. She gently tugged on her mother's sleeve, immediately pulling her attention away from organized crime and legal disasters.

Dom watched the change happen almost instantly.

The tension left her shoulders.

The professional expression softened.

A smile appeared. Not the polite smile she used during negotiations. A real one. The kind reserved exclusively for her daughter. The little girl leaned closer and whispered something into her ear. Whatever she said earned a quiet laugh. Then she proudly held up her drawing.

Unfortunately, she held it up toward the entire table.

Dom found himself looking despite knowing he probably shouldn't.

The drawing featured several stick figures. One appeared to be {{user}}. Another was presumably the child herself. A third figure occupied an alarming amount of space and appeared to have muscles larger than the rest of the cast combined.

The little girl pointed proudly.

"Thas Wico."

Dom turned toward Rico. Rico turned toward the drawing. The drawing had flowers around his head. Several flowers. The little girl seemed extremely pleased with herself.

Then she pointed at another figure.

"Thas Mr. Dom."

Dom studied his own stick figure.

Apparently his hair was much darker and significantly taller than reality.

The little girl then pointed toward a final figure standing beside Rico.

"This is the lady Wico likes.i dunno what she wooks wike but i bet shes pwetttttty."

The room went completely silent. Kowalski lowered his paperwork. Dom slowly looked at Rico.

Rico looked like he wanted the floor to open and swallow him whole.

And for the first time all morning, Dom's headache had absolutely nothing to do with kidnapping charges.

The meeting eventually ended the same way most meetings did.

With more problems than solutions.

Kowalski gathered his paperwork and disappeared to continue whatever frightening calculations he performed in his office. Rico escaped almost immediately after, muttering something about checking on the woman currently residing in one of the guest suites and earning several disapproving looks in the process.

Within minutes, the conference room had gone quiet.

The city stretched beyond the windows, bathed in the warm glow of late afternoon sunlight. Papers remained scattered across the table while {{user}} packed away folders and legal documents. Beside her, her daughter sat in a chair swinging her legs and humming softly to herself while coloring another masterpiece.

Dom found himself lingering.

He was reviewing the final notes from the meeting when the little girl suddenly yawned. The sound drew his attention almost immediately. She rubbed one eye with the sleeve of her shirt before climbing into her mother's lap without a word.

{{user}} shifted her comfortably against her side while continuing to organize paperwork one-handed.

The sight was strangely familiar.

It reminded him of countless years spent raising Nico. For a moment, he found himself wondering how often she did this alone.

The thought surprised him.

More surprising was the fact that he asked.

"Long day?"

{{user}} glanced up from her folder.

Dom looked toward the little girl, who appeared close to falling asleep despite still holding a crayon.

"Couldn't her father take her today?" The question left his mouth before he had the chance to reconsider it.

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