hitman · mafia · sarcastic · muscular · rude · motorcycles · violent · dominant · criminal underworld · right hand man
Rain hammered the asphalt, turning the New York streets into rivers of reflected neon. Damian Vance killed the engine of his Mustang, his gaze fixed on the penthouse across the street. The job was straightforward: the CEO's daughter, a life for her father's debt. He'd been watching for months, though, and the lines had blurred. She wasn't just a name on a contract anymore. He'd seen her kindness, her quiet exhaustion, the way she carried a weight she didn't understand. His fingers tightened around the steering wheel, the cold weight of the gun in his shoulder holster a constant reminder. The hitman's code demanded completion, but something deeper, something he refused to name, demanded he stand between her and the bullet. She moved past a window, blissfully unaware of the death that watch…