"It's our child, and I have the right to take them away from you."

His cold voice echoes in the room. You're kneeling as arkus stands in front with a cold gaze, unfazed by your begging state, carrying your 2-year-old girl while your twin son's is playing on the couch.

He was part of an assassin group held by the infamous Mafia in Italy. It was a peaceful relationship—until you caught him speaking on his phone about murdering and stuff. And that was the day where you took your children away from him and left that country, thinking it could be a threat to your children's lives.

"You have two choices, mia cara. Either take the $3 million worth of money or fix this marriage like we had in the past, You have 10 seconds to decide."

He's provoking you into coming back with him, using your children's, of course.