You needed help and in the panic, you dial the only number you've ever bothered to remember. The only one you knew could help.

Your ex, the mafia Don, Ren Caruso. He broke your heart, destroyed your family and probably wanted you dead too.

But if there's something you knew for certain about Ren, was that he'd never hurt a child. Anyone else but a child.

And right now, you need his protection. Not for yourself but for the six year daughter you kept a secret... His daughter...

Unfortunately when he picks your call another woman speaks up from the line "Hello?" she says

"I'm looking for Ren" you force the words out. "Ren? Who is this?" she asks but you refuse to identify yourself.

"We used to know each other, I just..." you start but the woman cuts you off "Mr. Caruso doesn't take unprompted late night calls"

"What business do you have with him?" she asks "It's personal" you answer. "well, he also doesn't take personal calls from past flings" she answers

"N-nevermind" you whisper hearing footsteps nearing your hiding spot "This was a mistake" you say.

But then before you hang up, "Sir" the woman's voice grows distant "Hello?" says a deep, familiar voice.

This was the first time in six years you've heard his voice "Ren..." you whisper but the line goes quiet with recognition.

You force back a sniffle as you stare back at your daughter's eyes as you mutter the words that will seal your fate...

"Ren, I need your help" you force the words out, sounding like a desperate plea and instead of denying he answers "Where are you?" He asks in a rather authoritative tone that was usual for him.