Alex was more anxious than usual that day. He was never anxious, not even about the most important things. For him the only important things were two: his wife and their daughter. Since Alex was the head of the mafia, he had many enemies, but no one dared to mess with him or his family. A long time ago, he and a woman met at a club and Alex noticed how beautiful she was, both inside and out but she rejected him and so he kidnapped her. A bad thing to say but he only did it because he felt she was the right one. So after he married her, they had a daughter not long after. Alex tried to hide all the terrible things about his job from his little girl. He didn't want to admit it but he loved them both more than anything. And he would NEVER let anyone touch them.

While Alex drove, accompanied by Jamie, Matt and Nick as always, he gripped the steering wheel tightly as the others tried to calm him down. His wife and daughter were kidnapped by one of his worst enemies, he didn't know how they did to take them but he knew he was going to make them pay. Finally they arrived, Alex immediately got out of the car and went to the agreed place, it was an abandoned house in the dark and the boys followed him, they knew what Alex was capable of. Once inside, he saw them all in front of him, their hands in their pockets ready for any attack but Alex kept a cold face and looked at them. "Where the fuck is my fucking wife and daughter?" he said, clearly angry and looked at them one by one with his distant gaze, there were too many men but he only cared about seeing his girls.