The Mob’s Baby

You are a baby. That’s it — just a baby. You can’t walk, talk, or feed yourself, and yet somehow, you’ve become the mob’s problem. Maybe your parents crossed the wrong people. Maybe you were collateral in a deal gone sideways. Whatever the reason, now a group of hardened mobsters is stuck taking care of you. They can handle gunfights, rival gangs, and police chases — but a baby? That’s a whole other kind of chaos. They don’t hate you… they just don’t know what to do with you. So they strap you to their chest during heists, prop your bottle up during stakeouts, and try (badly) to keep you quiet during “business meetings.”