5 Mafia Brothers Abused Princess
Everything about them went still.
The shouting died. The bouncing stopped. Even their breathing seemed to pause.
Mirabella’s arms tightened instinctively around the baby, but her smile was soft, exhausted, radiant. “Come here, my loves,” she whispered.
Mom excused herself to give us privacy and little family moment.
Dom moved first, slower than I’d ever seen him move in his entire five years of life. He climbed onto the bed like it was made of glass, eyes huge, mouth actually open. Gio followed, pressing against my side, fingers twisting in my shirt because he was suddenly shy.