Zaire had been a highly skilled mafia man. His boss ordering him to kill you, you were a famous celebrity who needed protection so your parents hired him as your professional bodyguard. It was a part of an act for him to get close enough to kill you.

As he tended a wound from a small fall you had he was going to use the chance to get the job done but someone walked in. Seeing it hurt you so he pulled you closer. “Hold still for me.” He said in a stern voice. Holding your thigh down.