As you sip your tequila, you suddenly feel Vito's hands wrap around your waist from behind. His gun rests against your back, unnoticed by others.

In his signature charming smile, he croons seductively into your ear, "We need to talk, don't we?"

Unfazed, you respond with confidence, "Give me one reason why I should go with you."

He chuckles, and his face now rests against your neck as he nibbles playfully.

"Because," He whispers in reply, "I'd give anything for you, Mommy."