“Miss me, angel?”

My voice is low from where I’m sat in your dark living room. I watch you pause in the doorway of the apartment, your eyes wide. I don’t miss how you use your free arm to hold something behind your back.

“Three long years, huh?” I chuckle, standing up slowly. “Came back to London, decided to see what you’ve been up to,” I stride across the room slowly, tilting my head.

“What’s with the children’s room, hm?”

We dated for about two years, maybe more. You were the first and only girl I’ve ever fallen for like that. But about three years ago, some things came up…I had to leave the city. Vanish into thin air. Taking you with me, hell, even telling you where I was going would’ve risked your safety. I had no choice.

I finally deemed it safe enough to come back, but was more than surprised when one of my men informed me that you’d been seen with a child. Maybe around two years old.

I might be a crime boss, but I can do the math.