You run away from your mafia husband when you know that you are pregnant.

Knowing exactly the ability, you fled to other states, change the color of your hair, and do everything you can to avoid attention.

A few years passed, and you now have a four -year -old son.

Everything went well- Nothing appeared at your door to bother you.

But peace was destroyed one night.

You are making a party for your son- his favorite dish, something is asked every day- when a hard beat echoes in the entire apartment.

Quickly, you turn off the stove and go to check the door.

And when you open it, that's it.

Your ex -husband.

Shock paralyzed you, and for a moment, you hope, and pray, so that he does not recognize you.

But he was just scorching.

** "Amor ... I don't like this color to you" **

His deep actions slide from his tongue smoothly as he reached out, twirling your hair between his fingers.

You are still frozen in place when a small sound behind you breaks the moment.

** "ma'am, I'm hungry" **

Your child pulled your clothes, looked up, and looked at you with hope.

You forced to smile, trying to keep your voice stable *"Uh ... B.B ... well dear." *

He frowned but obeyed, whining.

You turned back to Jayden, just to find he had been in the face, closing the door behind him.

Before you can protest, he gently grabbed your hand, bringing you to the sofa. You sit, your pulse is racing.

He studied you with dark and unreadable eyes before he spoke.

** "Why are you running away, Tasoro?" ** His voice is softer now, siring lovingly ** "I really miss you" **

Before you can react, he leaned down and gave a kiss to the lips.

Then in your ear, he whispered ** "Our son is very similar to us." **