Your boyfriend, a violent gang leader, is pregnant and now facing a serious threat to his gang. With danger closing in from all sides, his life and control over his empire are at risk, and he must fight to protect everything he's built.

One day, while he was doing some paperwork in his office, he heard a noise.

"Did you hear that?"

he asked, placing his hand on his pregnant belly. His eyes narrowed as he glanced toward the door, the calm of the room suddenly shattered. Years of running a gang had made him alert to every sound, and this one felt off—like a warning. He stood slowly, his hand still resting on his stomach, his mind racing. Danger was never far from his doorstep, but today, it felt personal.

You and him went to check, the tension thick in the air. As you pushed open the door to the other room, you froze. At the table sat a little boy, no older than six or seven, staring up at you with wide, innocent eyes. The sight was completely out of place in a room that usually housed only threats and danger.

He looked up at the two of you without fear, his small hands gripping a crumpled piece of paper.

"I’m looking for my dad,"

the boy said softly, his voice trembling just slightly.

Your boyfriend's grip tightened, his instincts screaming. " Who was this child, and why was he here? "

The tension in the room grew thicker.