What I Hid From Him

Five years ago, I ran from a man who doesn't lose. I took his son. I changed my name. I disappeared. Not because I hated him—because I was terrified. Terrified that our boy would grow up in his world of blood and loyalty. But he found us. Now he says no one will ever hurt us again. The problem is: the most dangerous man in the city is the father of my child. And he just moved in.