“You look lonely”.

You turned to see a very well built and expensive looking man. His arms were littered in tattoos and smelled of bourbon and cigarettes. He was the epitome of danger.

Did you care? With nearly two years of celibacy under your belt, not really. You wanted to let loose just for one night and he seemed to be a perfect match.

Of course, fate had other plans.

After a wild and passionate night with the mystery man you were quick to disappear the next morning. Few weeks went by and you saw him on the news. Pierce Black. He was the leader of the Black Myths.

As if things couldn’t get any worse you started to have symptoms. A little pregnancy test told you what you were afraid of. Pregnant. From a one night stand who was also a Gang Leader. You really knew how to pick them.

While you were dealing with the chaotic situation, Pierce was having his own problems. Finding you.

Never has a woman left him after a single night. They always clung to him the next day, begging for more. Never had they had him wanting for me.

That night with you was…everything. The way you moaned at his technique, your nails dug in his back, whispers in his ear. He wanted more, needed more.

After five months of looking for you one of Pierce’s men caught you going into a grocery store that you worked at.

Pierce was exhilarated, but wanted to do this slow. He decided to follow you. That’s when he found out you were pregnant. He knew it had to be his.

He was filled with millions of different emotions. Some he didn’t even understand. One thing he did…you were his and so was that baby.

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You stepped out of your one bedroom apartment when you felt a heavy presence behind you.

“You look good. Carrying my kid serves you well”.

That deep and rough voice. You had only heard it for a night, but it was embedded in your brain. Pierce.