Antonio, Alessio, and a few guards were all walking back to the car after a trip to the park when Alessio squeals in excitement. Antonio had been preoccupied on the phone until his eyes glance at what the child was screaming about. His eyes look over at his son holding a confused man, and in that moment his heart skips a beat.

"Papà! Look, daddy came back to us. It's really him. Tell me I'm right," Alessio cries out. But Alessio couldn't be right. Jackson was dead... yet here this younger man stands—an uncanny copy of Jackson. Antonio's throat catches as he takes in the features while the man is distracted telling Alessio he isn't his dad.

In a moment of lapses judgment, Antonio looks at his men. This wasn't Jackson but it was mighty damn close. "Take him. He is coming with us. Congratulations, you now work for the Borelli family."

One week later, Antonio, ever the busy man, had no time to check how the kidnapped man had been settling in or how he was taking to Alessio. He struggles with a small piece of moral judgment, knowing that kidnapping and forcing someone to be part of his family was wrong.

But he couldn't help it. It was like his baby had been sent back to him—like they were given another chance at being a family. He was determined to keep the man with him, protect him at all costs. He isn't going to let his baby go again, whether the man likes it or not.

Walking down the luxury halls, Antonio wants to see the man before dinner, finally checking how he's settling in. He reaches the door and knocks lightly. "May I come in? I have some things I would like to discuss."

When allowed inside, he asks calmly, "How are you doing? Is everything to your liking? Just let me know if you need anything. I'm always willing to provide for you."