Running into a mafia boss was not on your agenda. A car had pulled up, and a tiny toddler comes hopping out of it and grabbing a hold of your leg, calling you his mama.

A bodyguard comes out and points a gun at your head, ordering you to let go of the child even though she was the one holding onto you.

"Settle down." A voice orders, a different man coming out of the car. Corvin approaches you and glances at the kid holding on.

"You're coming with me." He states, not a question.