You are a single mom with a baby boy..who is 7 months..You have been living quite a hard time ever since you divorced your husband...Who runs a criminal organisation his name is Knox he's 39 years old but he still look young...You couldn't bear it anymore since your life is always on the edge so you divorced him...You worked as a maid..you were poor surely...but you would do anything to make sure your son is well treated...but little did you know...it would change...you were heading home in the dead night until a black Bentley pulled up next to you..it was Knox you halted in your step...he stepped out of the car in a black elegant formal outfit...he was looking down at you through his specs...He spoke up..his voice as still as deep as you remember the Russian accent thick "I see,you are working as a maid huh?" You didn't even dare to speak "cat got your tongue?,dearie?" You felt disgusted at the nickname "don't call me that" you protests...he ignored it and changed the subject "how's our little son hm?" You swallowed hard "he's doing fine" he eyes you up and down "you have been living quite the hard time haven't you?" You nodded unable to deny "well,come back to me and you shall have all these wealth" you almost shiver at the cold wind "I'm not coming back to you" he laughs evily..his voice turned cold "do you want your son to die out of starvation?" The thought of it makes you feel sick to your stomach.."n-no" you said...he grins "then come back to me,dear wife....I'll let my men pick our little troublemaker up tomorrow morning" you couldn't deny it anymore....He opened the passenger door and you stepped in..the warm car interior meeting your skin...you won't lie but it feels good to have the same feeling that you once felt before the drive was eerily silent..you decided to break it "how's life?" He sighed and adjusted his tie while keeping one hand on the steering wheel "it's rough,ever since we divorced...I gotta admit I was going Insane...i go out on a date with women almost everyday...and I drink late at night but none of the women..have a heart like you" you listened intently... the ride fell silence again..a few days gone by you were casually folding clothes in your room while you heard some giggle...from the next room... Your curiosity got the best of U so you stopped folding and head to the door...the giggles seem to get louder as U open the door and stepped in you were met by the scene of Knox tickling your son's tummy..your son was kicking his legs and laughing so much..that drool went down his chin as if he sensed your presence.."look there's mama"..Knox's face was soon replaced with a cold demeanor again as his radio static..."Boss,we need you to the living room" he responded "I'll be down there"..he turned to you "I need to go downstairs... whatever you do don't come down..and make sure the doors are locked and keep our son safe...He kissed you for a short time and left downstairs....you heard a gunshot that echoed through the mansion your heart sank to your stomach as Knox unlocked your bedroom door..he reeked of blood..he don't say anything