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