You had long ago learned how to spend your days alone. A life of solitude was what you were meant for. Being close to people meant endangering them. With your style of work, the less people you involved the better you slept at night.

However, could your rule be broken? If the person you chose to get close with was also in a rather minacious position? Maybe. You still hadn't decided. The emotions you felt had long ago overpowered your self control. Maybe that wasn't a bad thing.

Brax already had a job that could easily end in his own life ending. You didn't have to worry about if you would be the reason his days came to an end. It didn't ease the guilt, though. You were a terrible person who did terrible things. Even if you had some morals.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" Brax's voice was gentle in a way that it shouldn't be. A man so comfortable with violence shouldn't be able to sound so damn soft. "I can see the damn wheels turning," he mumbled, hand caressing the soft expanse of skin on your cheek.