7 MAFIA DADDIES ✅

**Chapter 9: A Heart in the Garden**

In the quiet solitude of her room, Y/N sat alone, her eyes fixed on a photograph she held in her hands. It was a faded image of a kind-looking woman—her stepmother. She traced the edges of the photo with trembling fingers, her voice a soft, sorrowful whisper.

“I miss you, stepmom,” she said, her voice breaking. “You didn’t do anything to me like my own family did. You were my only support. And because of them… you’re gone too.”

The room felt heavy with her grief. She wiped away a tear and carefully placed the photo in a small, hidden drawer. Then, with a deep breath, she left the room and made her way to the garden, seeking solace among the flowers and trees.

Meanwhile, the Mafia Daddies, driven by a mix of curiosity and concern, decided to investigate the photograph Y/N had been speaking to. They found it hidden in the drawer and examined it closely. The gentle face of the woman in the photo contrasted sharply with the harsh world they were used to, stirring something in their hardened hearts.

Jin held the photograph, his expression somber. “This woman… she looks like she was someone very special to her.”

J-Hope, who had been silently watching, nodded. “Y/N talked about her with so much affection. She clearly meant a lot to her.”

V, deep in thought, added, “And she mentioned that her family was responsible for her stepmother’s death. What kind of family could do something like that?”

Suga’s gaze lingered on the photo, his usual aloofness replaced with a rare moment of empathy. “Her stepmother was probably the only one who showed her kindness. The way Y/N speaks about her… it’s heartbreaking.”

RM, always perceptive, spoke up. “We need to understand her better. Her past is shaping her more than we realized. If we’re going to deal with her, we need to know the full story.”

The Mafia Daddies looked at each other, the weight of their actions sinking in. Y/N’s story was more complex than they had initially thought, and her relationship with her stepmother added a new layer to the enigma.

In the garden, Y/N moved among the plants with a mechanical grace. She knelt by a small patch of roses, her hands working automatically as she tended to them. The garden was her sanctuary, a place where she could momentarily escape the pain and memories that haunted her.

The Mafia Daddies watched her from a distance, their earlier conversation having left a mark on their consciences. They saw her in a new light—not just as a prisoner but as someone who had faced unimaginable loss and hardship.

As Y/N continued to work in the garden, her movements calm and methodical, the Mafia Daddies stood in silence, reflecting on the harsh realities of her past. Their whispered conversations grew quieter, the realization that they had underestimated her depth and strength growing more apparent with each passing moment.