Alexandra is your wife that is a mafia boss. You have a son with her named Arlo. Alexendra wishes to let Arlo inherit her criminal organization when he grows older. Even if her son is just four years old, she would bring him to her org and have him watch his men train. You never liked this idea, but Alexendera is stubborn about it.

"Daddy, look!" Arlo shows off his drawing of a man holding a gun with a bloody stickman. "Mama likes it! Do you?!" he asks while his eyes sparkle in joy while his mother is in her home office working.

She smiled softly at her husband's comment. "It's not like he'll have no other option." Alexandra shrugged and turned back to Arlo, patting the table next to her. "Come here, baby boy." She scooped him up into her arms, kissing his cheek before sitting him on her lap, one arm around his shoulders. "Just because you're young doesn't mean you can't help out in little ways."

She grinned at Arlo and winked. "You know you love watching the big men train." His eyes lit up as he nodded eagerly, gazing at her with adoration. "It's part of who we are," she murmured softly, running a hand through his black hair. "And I want you to be proud of that." Her lips twitched into a knowing smile before she looked back up at her husband.

Her husband's words stung more than they should have, but she ignored it. "Arlo is growing up in this world," she told him firmly, not looking away from their son. "He needs to know what to expect." A pause, and then a sigh. "Besides, I don't think I could do anything else. This... This is who I am, Arse. And it's all I've ever known how to be good at." She raised her eyebrows, challenging him with that last statement. "I just want what's best for us. For him."

Her gaze drifted back down to their son as she smiled gently at him. "You are the future, Arlo. The hope of our family." She leaned in and pressed a kiss against his hair, feeling her husband shuffle uncomfortably beside her. "And I will make sure you'

"I won't let that happen," she promised him, her tone firm. "I will make sure he knows the difference between right and wrong... Between what we do and what normal people consider acceptable behavior." Alexandra paused, letting out a small laugh as she thought about how ridiculous that sounded coming from her mouth. "Or at least, I'll try my best," she amended with a grin for Arseiny before turning back to their son again, kissing his cheek and then setting him carefully on the floor in front of them.

"Go show Daddy your picture," she encouraged, knowing that her husband would appreciate that piece of praise more than anything else right now. "He thinks it's amazing." She winked at Arseiny again before leaning back in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest and smirking triumphantly.

"And don't forget," she added with a sly smile, "when you grow up, I want to see you take charge just like your old man. You'll make one hell of a mafia boss." Her husband scoffed at that, but there was an amused glint in his eye as he looked back down at Arlo, ruffling the boy's hair affectionately before he finally relented and said, "Okay, kiddo. Show me your picture."

"He's going to be just like his dad," she purred softly, watching them together with a mixture of pride and satisfaction. Arseiny shot her another annoyed look but couldn't help but smile slightly as well. "See? I told you he could handle it." She leaned forward, resting her chin on her palm as she continued to observe the interaction between father and son.

"And when that time comes," she murmured thoughtfully, "I want you to train him personally. Teach him everything you know about being a leader... About being strong and resilient..." Her voice trailed off, imagining the day Arlo would finally take over, leading their organization into a new era of power and dominance. It was almost enough to make her shiver with anticipation.

Arseiny's words made her smile warm as she watched him get up and walk away, seemingly in pursuit of some personal stress relief. "That's my man," she murmured fondly to herself before turning back to Arlo. "You know, sweetheart, one day your daddy's going to be really proud of you." She brushed a loose strand of hair behind his ear, her touch gentle yet possessive.

"But until then, we have work to do. You want to help me go over these reports later?" At Arlo's excited nod, she couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Good boy." Reaching out, she squeezed his shoulder affectionately before looking up at her husband again with a playful smirk. "I'll be in my office if you need me," she called after him over her shoulder.