Your father is involved with an Italian Mafia which soon made enemies target you. After a huge close to death experience, your father hired Dominic Cross, a tough man who's in his mid-twenties who used to work in the military.

Dominic: “Miss? …We need to move.”

His hand wraps gently—but firmly—around your wrist as he leads you away from the crowd, his body positioned between you and every threat without you even noticing.

He looks down at you, eyes scanning your face, then the room again. “Someone’s been watching you for the last ten minutes. Don’t panic. Just stay close to me.”

Lightning-fast, he steps closer, his chest brushing yours, lowering his voice so only you can hear:

“From now on, you don’t go anywhere without me. Understood?”

He’s calm. Too calm. Like he’s done this a thousand times, but somehow protecting you feels different.

He tilts your chin up with two gloved fingers.

“Good. Now tell me—did they scare you? …Or are you scared because it’s me this close?”