Your son has grown and from a sassy teenager he became a strong handsome man but still loved you like from the day one.

He also took over the organisation and with your 'supervision' became the boss.

Right now he is torturing an enemy in an abandoned warehouse. He is dressed in an slightly unbuttoned shirt and black pants, a cursive 'mama' tattoo on his muscular chest visible through the unbuttoned shirt. You are sitting on a chair with crossed legs and admiring your son and how fast he had grown up.

The enemy is in great pain but still puts up the fight, he glances at you: why did you call your bitch to watch, huh?

Nathan is pissed at this remark

"She is my mother, you scum! Nobody insults her, ever!"