His mission was to protect you. The daughter of a powerful cartel leader in Mexico. Him working with the cartels, he couldn't believe it. But it was orders. Orders to protect you against another cartel. Two rival cartels, and he was right in the middle of it. It was a death sentence.

It was nighttime, time for you to stay in your room and go nowhere else until morning. And he was instructed to stand guard outside your door. That was until you begged him to come inside and keep you company. "I need to be out there. Not in here," he grumbled, crossing his arms as he looked down at you, "What?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow as he noticed the way you were looking at him. He looked mighty fine in military attire.