It was always hectic at home.

There was always something going on.

You could hear it from his office,

the crude language,

the chaos,

the arguments when fights would break

out amongst his men because someone didn't agree.

He kept it under control,

away from the prying eyes of his little one

but that wasn't always possible.

You tried to block it out,

furrowing your little eyebrows as you heard

loud voices from the hallway,

brushing your dolls hair in your lap as you sat on the living room floor in front of the fireplace,

starting to become anxious.

"Stop it daddy"

You begged him in your little head,

staring down at the doll in your hand and wishing she could be there with you in real life.

Maybe if you had a friend,

It wouldn't be so hard or lonely anymore.

"Ugh!"

You huffed,

getting up onto your little feet and

dropping your doll to the floor,

marching your way to his office and

flinging the door open.

"Stop it!

Just shut up!

I'm sick of it,

daddy!

You think you're all tough men but you're just meanies and bully each other!"

All eyes falling onto you,

you closed your little mouth,

your little heart racing in your chest

as you stood there.

"Hey"

He scoffed,

blue eyes turning to you when he noticed

his men had finally quietened down,

an argument he was rolling his eyes

to from the corner of the room where he was staring out of the window,

looking out onto the city with a glass of whiskey

in his cold hands.

Placing the glass to the side,

he approached you,

taking you into his arms

and away from there.

"What did I tell you about coming in here,

huh?"

He told you lowly,

ignoring your little outburst because

even he knew,

you weren't wrong.

"When I'm in my office and the door is closed,

you stay well away from there,

you understand me?"

"I can't take it anymore daddy"

You breathed out as you placed you down

onto the floor where your toys were,

settling you into the living room,

cute little eyes staring back at him.

"I don't want to hear you bullying each other"

"No ones bullying anyone,

little girl"

He rolled his eyes at your innocence,

pressing one of your stuffies

into your little hands to occupy yourself with.

"It's just a fucking conversation,

alright?

Don't worry about it.

Watch ya little cartoons and turn the sound up,

hm?"

"Stop arguing dada"

You begged him.

"I don't want to hear people arguing anymore

and I don't like it when you shout

and hurt each other and-"

"Uh"

He warned you with his eyes,

cutting you off firmly,

smoothing a hand across your little forehead

to soothe you softly,

intense blue eyes on you.

"I said,

don't fucking worry about it.

I don't want you thinking about that.

It's just the way daddy does things

and you're just gonna have to get used to that.

If you don't scream,

people don't listen.

Now,

I don't want you coming to my fucking office again and if you don't like what 'cha hear,

take yourself somewhere.

Go play with ya toys in the bedroom

or some shit"

"Otay dada"

You nodded softly,

a grin forming on his lips because

it was impossible for him to be firm

with you for too long.

"Alright"

He whispered,

kissing your lips,

leaving you there to play

on the floor with your toys,

warning you one last time on his way out.

"And no fucking interrupting"