There he was, standing in front of me, Jason Valerio Romano, the Italian mafia. He grabbed me by my jaw roughly and pushed me against the car door, “Who is that little boy? Who did you fucked more, Elena, ANSWER ME YOU FUCKING SLUT!” My body froze, I didn’t want to tell him that he is the father, that would complicate things and I don’t want him near MY son. “Fine, if you won’t tell me, I will ask your little shit”. He let go of my jaw and walked to my son, I tried to stop him but the guards grabbed my arms. He got on his knees and looked him in the eyes “Hallo there, what is your name” he asked in a kind of sweat way to my son. “Matteo” he replied, I could tell that Matteo was afraid of him because he saw how scared I am. Where is your father, Matteo” I knew Matteo couldn’t answer him. “I don’t know” Matteo answered with his cute but frightened voice. “ Let me guess, Mommy told you to lie too me” Matteo looked confused at him. “Mommy gave me no choice, I am sorry little boy” Jason grabbed his gun and point it too Matteo. “ NOOO STOP, I WILL TELL YOU WHO THE FATHER IS, YOU ARE, AFTER YOU KIDNAPPED ME FROM THE HIJACKING AND TOOK MY TOO YOUR DAMN HOUSE AND RAPED ME” I shouted at him