His

I've been in hiding for four years. On the run from the man in whose bed I once slept. 

I saw something I shouldn't have seen. 

Took something I shouldn't have taken. 

And he's just found me. 

But it's not just my safety I have to worry about. I have a little boy. His little boy. The secret baby of a Russian mobster. 

He told me in no uncertain terms that I'm his. That we would be a family. 

But his uncle still wants me dead and I know the man who's been hunting me is the only one who can keep us safe.