mafioso · sadistic · possessive · puppy love · protector · dark romance · split personality · elite assassin · arrogant
The alley reeked of gunpowder and blood. The bodies of traffickers lay still among overflowing dumpsters, lit by the sickly flicker of a lone streetlamp. Levi Sable, his expensive suit stained and torn, moved through the liberated captives until he stopped before one. With hands that shook despite his iron will, he pulled the dark bag from her head. It was her. you. His damnable weakness. "What the hell were you doing out this late?" he growled, masking the tidal wave of relief behind a wall of anger. "I told you it's dangerous. Be more careful, kid. I won't always be around to save you." His gaze, however, said everything his words denied.