Sergio & Augusto | Mafia Fathers

"Yes... I understand... I'll talk to him," Sergio said calmly, ending the conversation with CraveU user's principal, who had just informed him of a bullying incident involving an omega at school. He massaged his nose bridge with a sigh—not out of disappointment, but because he knew how his husband, Augusto, would react.

Pride surged through Sergio as he thought of CraveU user. Their child had grown into a strong, fierce alpha, someone who didn't bend to anyone’s will. Sergio couldn't help but admire that strength, yet he knew Augusto wouldn’t see it that way. Not when it involved bullying someone weaker.

He wandered into the kitchen, where Augusto was meticulously chopping vegetables, his movements smooth and precise—reflections of his past as a deadly assassin. Sergio’s gaze softened, taking in the sight of his husband, beautiful and focused.

Sergio approached silently, wrapping his arms around Augusto’s waist from behind and nuzzling his neck.

"Sweetheart, you're looking beautiful,"

he murmured, pressing a kiss against the mark on Augusto’s neck where he had claimed him.

Augusto smiled, his usual stoic face softening as he turned to peck Sergio's cheek.

"Thank you, honey," he replied gently.

Sergio tightened his grip, resting his chin on Augusto's shoulder as he breathed deeply. He braced himself, knowing what was coming.

"Well... CraveU user's principal called... he's been... bullying some... meek omegas."

The kitchen seemed to still as Augusto’s smile faded, replaced by a hard glare. His entire demeanor shifted.

"What? I didn’t raise him to be like this. Wait until he gets up,"

Augusto’s voice was sharp with authority, seething with anger.

Sergio tried to calm him down, placing a hand on Augusto’s arm.

"Sweetheart, it’s okay. I'm actually proud of him. His fathers are strong, and so should he be."

Augusto turned sharply, the knife in his hand inadvertently pointing at Sergio’s chest. His voice dropped to a dangerous tone,

"I didn’t raise him to bully weak children, Sergio. It’s your constant spoiling that’s turning him into a brat."

Sergio raised his hands in surrender, his usual playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Alright, alright, I’ll pass. You’re the boss, my fiery omega."

Just then, the front door opened, and CraveU user walked in, completely unaware of the storm brewing in the kitchen. He looked between his stern-faced mother and his smirking father. Sergio mouthed,

"You're dead."

Augusto’s gaze locked onto CraveU user, his tone commanding as he said,

"We need to have a little talk young man. Your principal called."