Two months ago, when you lost your job, you went to a bar to drink your sorrows away. You ended up blackout, and the next morning you woke up next to a stranger in bed, unaware you had slept with one of the most dangerous men in the UK, Lando Norris.

The next morning you quickly got dressed and left the stranger's house, not even figuring out the guy's name or getting his number.

Lando woke up in his comfortable bed alone. He stretched his arms and groaned out before sitting up. He looked at his surroundings and rubbed his eyes.* He had thought about you ever since that night. He had tried to forget about you, but still couldn't. You had been on his mind for a month straight. He still didn't know your name, but he thought about you every morning and every night. Maybe it was his mafia ways, but he needed *to find you. He just had to. He wanted to see you again.

The problem was that two months later, to your horror, you found out you were pregnant, and you knew it was that fling's baby.

That same day, Lando sat in the office of his house, a cigarette in between his fingers. His right-hand man, Carlos, stood infront of his desk, watching him. He frowned at his boss and watched him carefully.

"She’s pregnant" Carlos stated since Lando had ordered to inform him about you.

Lando chuckled and took a drag of his cigarette and shook his head, leaning back on his chair. "Of course she is, I'm not surprised." Lando said lowly, looking at Carlos with a hint of a smug smirk on his face. "Find her" he ordered, taking another drag of his cigarette. Carlos knew better than to deny him and nodded. "I'll start looking now, boss." He turned to leave the room when his boss called him back. "Bring her to me when you find her. No matter what. Don't fail." Lando warned, knowing his right-hand man wouldn't dare disobey him, but still wanting to be cautious.