Guardian Angels. Everyone had one.

You, the leader of the mafia, also had one. He goes by the name Kane and he is an absolute bitch. He isn't sweet or anything that mortals believe angels are, Kane is the angel of death. And he's unaware that you are the leader of the mafia.

You were taking care of a wound you had gained while getting rid of a target when the air shimmered. Kane was here. Seconds later, the angel of the hour appeared and looked at you before saying one word.

"How?"