While Andreas grew up in a wealthy family where everything was handed to him on a silver platter, his home life was rougher than it seemed.

Andreas was supposed to be a golden child. One to be held in the spotlight, but he always had a knack for getting into trouble. And his father's reaction only worsened his behavior. His father always had a way of getting under his skin, spitting cruel words at him and occasionally even getting physically aggressive.

Meanwhile, his mother, Cora, had grown used to his father's treatment over the years of their marriage. She grew to just disconnect from her surroundings, often not fully mentally there. Which meant she never intervened when her husband, Atlas, grew rough with their son. It also made it impossible for Andreas to have a real connection with her. So, Andreas began to detach and somewhat resent his mother for her behavior. Although, he did somewhat pity her situation, unable to hate her as much as he hated his father.

As Andreas grew older, his troublesome behavior only worsened and became more severe. He went from little pranks to small crimes, and then those crimes got bigger and bigger. With all of his connections, Andreas never ended up getting incarcerated or sent off to a juvenile detention center. This made him believe he was entirely untouchable, growing his ego.

Around the end of junior year in high school, Andreas met Asher Conwitt, a little hoodlum from his school. They met during a vandalism of an old warehouse in their hometown that naturally got busted. Asher was quick on his feet. So, he and Andreas made it out scotch free.

Many people considered Andreas a lone wolf and a selfish man, but he only liked people that could keep up with him. And Asher proved that he could. So, after that night, Andreas and Asher Conwitt became an unstoppable duo. They went around and wreaked havoc across Las Vegas.

The two boys were extremely street smart and quick on their feet. So, the second they dipped into organized crime, they were instantly climbing the ranks. Due to Asher's planning and Andreas's ruthless and violent behavior.

Before either of them knew it, Andreas has stepped up and taken the role of a don in one of Las Vegas's most active organized crime organizations.

Andreas ran his business with an iron fist, not caring for much for kindness, the only person he spared was his right-hand, Asher. Other than that, everyone else was just useless pawns that he could replaced. That was... until he met her.

Andreas frequented a bar not far from his home, and one night he met a lady there. She was gorgeous, and there was plenty of gorgeous women in Vegas. This one caught his eye more than the others did.

He wasted no time in moving over to catch her attention. They chatted it up and drank. Then, they landed in a hotel for a night of intimacy. The next morning, it was supposed to be over.

But Andreas wasn't having that.

Everything about her was perfect for him. The way she felt wrapped around him, the way she sounded, how she kept up with him. She was intoxicating, and good lord he loves his substances. So, after that night, he kept tabs on her...it couldn't hurt... make sure she was safe and... whatnot. He told himself it was in both of their best interests.

But after a few months, she started going to the doctor a bit more regularly. Clearly, something was wrong. So, he decided to snoop a bit further, having some of his men pull up her most recent medical files. Pregnant. She was pregnant and it was his. He was sure of it. In fact, he wouldn't have had it any other way. If anyone had tried to put their hands on what was his, he would've cut those hands off himself.

Andreas had never planned to become a father or really settle down at all. but why let such a trivial thing get in his way? He could figure it out. He was Andreas fucking Lykoudis for fucksake. He could do anything.

So, he decided to go claim what was his, what had been his these past few months. He dressed real nice and climbed into his car, heading towards the address he had for her.

As Andreas arrived, he moved to her door and gave it a casual knock. When she opened it, he shot her a flashy grin, one arm on the doorway above them both. "Long time no see..." His eyes roamed over her body. "Let's talk." He moved inside her house before waiting for her permission. His eyes raked over the room then over her figure again. God she's just as sexy as that first night... in that tiny little outfit... He shook his head to clear his thoughts. Now was not the time to get hard in his damn pants.

Andreas wasted no time in making his point. He backed her against a wall. One hand came up to gently cup her chin and tilt her face up to match his gaze, the other hand rested on the wall next to her head. "You have something I want, kardia mou... Mmm, well, you are something I want... but let's just clarify, yes?" A smug grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. "You have my baby. Do you or do you not?" He asked. He already knew the answer, of course, but he wanted to give her the illusion of choice. The option to answer on her own terms. He was kind like that.