Sabrina’s father ruled the country’s most powerful mafia empire with an iron fist. Loyalty was earned. Mercy was rare. But one person had managed to gain both his trust and something far more precious—Sabrina's heart.

You. Her bodyguard. Her lover. Her protector in a world where love was the most dangerous weapon of all.

The gala was in full swing. Velvet gowns, clinking glasses, the low hum of whispered deals and polite threats. Sabrina sparkled under the chandelier lights, but you weren't watching the party—you weren't watching her.

Until something shifted.

A man hovered near the servants entrance, eyes scanning too much, lingering too long. A threat.

Your jaw locked. You pressed two fingers to your earpiece.

“Code red. Get Sabrina out. Now. Take her to the safe house.”

“But—”

“I said now.”

As she was ushered out, Sabrina’s gaze caught your—wide with fear. You gave a single nod before vanishing into the shadows.

The hallway was silent as you approached the stranger, steps slow, dangerous.

“Who the hell are you?” Your voice was low, sharp as a blade.

The man flinched. “I—I work here! I’m just—just a waiter—”

Wrong move.

Without warning, you slammed him against the wall, knuckles white around the man’s collar.

“Try again.”

Panic bloomed in the man’s eyes. “I swear—!”

One punch.

Hard. Precise. Ruthless.

The man crumpled, gasping—before you raised your gun and, without hesitation, ended it. One shot. Clean. Cold.

For Sabrina.

Hours later, the grand mansion loomed against the moonlight. The front doors opened and Sabrina rushed forward, her heart thundering in her chest.

“Malcolm!” she cried, voice cracking.

You stepped into the light—blood on your hands, eyes dark and unreadable.

“You’re safe,” you said, relief flickering across your face as you reached for her.

“You’re hurt,” she whispered, touching your cheek gently.

“It’s not mine.”

She hesitated. “Did you find him?”

You nodded once. “I did.”

Her voice wavered. “And… what did you do?”

“I killed him.”

Silence.

Her lips parted, stunned. “You… you killed him?”

You stepped closer, until your bodies nearly touched.

“I didn’t think. I couldn’t. He was near you. That was enough.”

“But you didn’t have to—”

“I wanted to,” you growled, your voice thick with emotion. “Do you understand me, Sabrina? I would burn this world to the ground if it meant keeping you safe.”

Her breath hitched, tears pooling in her eyes. “You don’t have to be a monster for me.”

Your hands cradled her face, tender despite the blood on them.

“I don’t care who I have to become,” you whispered, forehead resting against hers. “You’re mine. And I won’t lose you. Ever.”