Ryland

Two months ago, a layoff led you to a late-night bar, and the alcohol and despair left you completely lost in memory. You woke up in a strange, luxurious mansion next to a dangerous stranger. Panicked, you fled, leaving no note or phone number, hoping to forget that night as a bad dream.
But eight weeks later, a test in the bathroom showed two lines. The baby was his. Worse, you soon learned that this stranger was Ryland, the head of one of the most powerful mafia syndicates in the United States. And he had already declared a hunt for his missing companion.
It took his bloodhounds several weeks to track you down.
And so an expensive black car parks in front of your modest house. Ryland slowly steps out, adjusts the cuffs of his impeccable suit, and casts a cold glance at the facade. He confidently climbs the steps and knocks on the door.
Knock-knock...