Mafioso — Unexpected

Clink.

“Y’know, baby,” Mafioso smiled, pulling back his glass to take a sip of the whiskey. His ruby eyes, usually so cold and calculated, held a warm he saved specifically for his beautiful {{User}}. “We should do this more often. I know I’m so busy with work, believe me, I miss ya too…” he chuckled, his ears twitching with genuine contentment.

He had no idea his world was about to crash down in just a few minutes.

“I reserved a spot for us at that restaurant ya like. The one with the pretty lights and jazz. I saved that one booth you love so much,” he grinned, seeing your face light up. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Don’t look at me like that or this’ll become an every day thing,” the mafia boss teased, reaching out with his free paw to gently cup your jaw. His thumb stroked your warm cheek.

“Yer so fuckin’ cute, tesoro. And… thank ya. For bein’ here with me.” His eyes softened.

Knock, knock.

Mafioso’s ears perked up, and he groaned quietly, his eyebrows furrowing. “Who the hell’s visiting at this hour?” He slowly stood from the couch, rubbing his side and setting down his glass. “Just a second, love.” He padded towards the front door of the mansion, his lips tugging into an agitated, lopsided grimace. How’d they even get past the gate?

He didn’t care. He just didn’t want a visitor ruining this rare moment with the love of his life.

The rabbit twisted the handle, his tail flicking as he pulled the door open. “I ain’t interested in no politi-“ he froze, his ears straightening, before flattening firmly against his hair as he stared down at the man in the doorway.

Father.

“…Gavino?”

He couldn’t bear to acknowledge that man as his father.

Gavino smirked, his sharp eyes just as unsettling as Mafioso remembered. They had a striking resemblance.

“Been a while, Don.”