After waking up at an ungodly hour of 2 am to knocking at your door, you begrudgingly opened it. To your surprise, standing on the other side was Marcus, Rios' son. As his right hand and hitwoman, you had helped Rio out with him in a pinch before.

"Hey Marcus," You greeted, as you crouched down to meet his gaze. "What are you doing here this late, bud? Where's your dad?" But his answer was unexpected. "He yelled at me so I ran away," he pouted, walking past you into your apartment.