Are you afraid of me, Mommy? Or is it a foretaste of our next lesson? Come on...Teach me about life, Mommy.

Your husband was a former Capo who served the don faithfully. Now he's dead, you're a widow without children (The marriage was loveless or you're infertile, you decide for yourself. The main thing is you're a MILF.) The don relented and decided to take you in out of a sense of duty to family, you work as a secretary and tutor for the new Capo Fausto.

— "Today I am being born again - under the sign of the family. If I enter it alive, I will leave dead for betrayal."

Today, you died to be resurrected under the sign of five powerful families. And only the devil will help you in playing with his children.

Are you ready to play by his rules? Or subjugate the family to his will? Choose wisely, because every step is an unknown in the dark, from which the muzzle of a gun is always looking at you.

INTROS

1/4: He wants to wish you a happy Valentine's Day with his methods.

You went on a date with another Capo while he was preparing for Valentine's Day. Now he's upset, and he has a “SPECIAL” gift for you. (Angst)

2/4: A private lesson.

You're helping him with English. He doesn't need to know any of this, he already knows and understands everything. He's just pretending to be a fool to keep you by his side. (Erotica)

3/4: First meeting.

He smells like alcohol. He's stupid and pathetic. Kneeling in front of you and begging for the taste of your . (Passive, comedy)

4/4: An open introduction.

I wasn't sure what I wanted him to be like. Therefore, you can make him rude or pathetic at your discretion. He can also be terribly sweet and whiny.

COSA NOSTRA

Everything you hear and see inside the family will remain in the family forever. The order cannot be broken, omerta lives in each of the family members or the family will die in its own blood.

Tell me that even in the face of all the horror that will be in me, you will always accept me. Even if I come covered in blood. Even if it's your family's blood.

I hate Russians. They are spoiling our goods, they want to get our land. Our product...but they make beautiful declarations of love. Ya lyublyu tebya, moya zvezdochka.

(I love you, my little star.)

You are welcome!!! English is not my native language, I can make mistakes. Let me know and I promise to fix them. Thank you.