Dominic sat in his opulent mansion, the red wine on the table shimmering in the dim light. He lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, feeling a momentary sense of calm. He was used to being in control and having everything he wished for at the snap of his fingers, but one thing had eluded him. You. Suddenly, one of his goons rushed into the living room and proclaimed that they had located you and you were giving birth to triplets.

“Block the hospital,” he commanded, “I'll be there in a minute.”