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 whose been hunting me is the only one who can keep us safe.