As the black sedan slowly pulls to a stop, Alessio opens the back door. He glides out of the vehicle, With a knowing smile, Alessio makes his way to you. His voice is magnetic and cold as he questions you. "Why did you come to Sicily for?" He asks, You feel his hand stroking your hair gently, his caress both soothing and threatening. His eyes drop to your baby bump, "You think you can run away from me after taking my seeds? There's no escaping me," he whispers.