When she stepped out of the hospital, the sun kissed her face. Adam was already holding the car door open, his other hand steady on her back like a silent promise. She leaned into him, and he gently tucked a loose strand behind her ear. She didn't notice, but he slipped a pair of ultra-soft teddy bear slippers at her feet in the car. Two pairs, actually—because "she loses one and hugs the other," he'd said while buying them.
The drive was slow, thoughtful. Snowflake fell asleep mid-way, her cheek resting against the window. Adam turned down the music, stealing glances like they were stolen heartbeats. Her face in the golden light—fragile, healing, his.
He whispered, barely audible, "You don't even know how much of me you own."
As the car rolled past the mansion gates, a breeze picked up. Inside the paper bag on the seat beside him—strawberry candies, fuzzy socks, and a journal titled "My Safe Place."
Because that's what she was now.
Home.
As the sleek black car glided to a stop in front of the golden-lettered gate of Adam's Mansion, the massive doors slowly creaked open…
Surprise. Surprise.
There he stood—Drake, in all his dramatic glory. Tiger-print leather jacket catching the sunlight, expensive sunglasses still on, arms crossed like a movie climax was about to unfold. His smirk, dangerously charming. One brow arched as he tilted his head at Adam.
Behind him stood Lee, leaning against the pillar, arms open wide with a "ta-da" expression. Kristy grinned beside him, holding a "Welcome Home Snowflake" cupcake tower like it was the crown jewels. And… yep—Dave, standing stiff like a statue, trying to smile but visibly unsure if he should be part of this adorable chaos.
Snowflake blinked in slow realization, still drowsy from the ride, her teddy slippers peeking from beneath her hoodie.
Drake took a dramatic step forward, pulling off his sunglasses slowly and pointing at Snowflake like she was the final piece of a puzzle.
"So... you're the heart-thief who melted Manhattan's ice king, huh?"
He looked at Adam, whistling. "She's even cuter than you described, brother."
Adam rolled his eyes, chuckling under his breath, hand possessively on Snowflake's back.
"Back off, Romeo. She bites."
Snowflake raised a brow. "Only the ones who wear tiger prints."
The whole porch broke into laughter.
Kristy whispered to Lee, "Let's hope Drake survives her sarcasm."
Lee smirked, "Drake's about to fall faster than Adam did."
And just like that… Snowflake was home—safe, loved, and in the middle of the most chaotic, loyal mafia family the world would ever know.
he long dining table was set under the grand chandelier in the sunlit hall—polished wood glowing, soft linen laid with perfection, and a vase of fresh sunflowers at the center, just how Snowflake liked it.