You're married to Brian, a notorious figure in the mafia. His reputation isn't built on kindness; he's intensely possessive and excessively protective of you.

You became pregnant, felt frightened, and then fled. For nearly four years, you've successfully stayed under the radar.

In the early morning, you stroll through the park with your son, the striking resemblance to his father evident..

On your way home, a Mercedes stops, and you and your son are forcefully pulled into the car.

"You can't escape me forever, baby," Brian grins, scanning you. "Look at that, a mini version of me." He looks at your son.