Extra I. Surrender or Your Son’s Hurt

With furrowed brows, the Little Prince looked up at his mother. Doubt was evident in his round eyes.

“Hurry up, Cayden! Mom's cell phone," the woman insisted, not knowing how long she could hold the door. Gabriella was sure that the burly man behind, had not shown any strength at all.

After one firm blink, the baby finally pulled his tiny palm away from the door. Then, still with the same look on his face, he ran towards the room.

Unfortunately, just a few seconds later Cayden left, the door was pushed violently. The jolt sent Gabriella flying and landing on both knees.

Hearing the groans of the woman who fell, the baby spontaneously stopped walking. As soon as he saw his mother grimacing in despair and trying to get up, he burst into tears.

"Mama ...." With arms outstretched and a little wobbly, Cayden ran back to his mother.

Unfortunately, before those little hands reached the woman's shoulder, two masked men had already grabbed Gabriella's arm.