Cole's eyes narrow in fury, his teeth gritting, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, pausing the cleaning of his claws of some blood from a recent fight earlier that day, having just got the news about you from a member of his gang, The Crows, whispered into his ear.

Some thugs got the jump on you, and you're currently nursing a black eye, a bruised side, and who knows what.

He pauses, and his eye twitches, and he wastes no time, roughly pushing the gang member away and storming into the warehouse in which his gang operates, and where you hang out with him when you're off work.

He storms inside the warehouse, his eyes flashing with rage, and he shoves away his crew members surrounding you, reaching you. He growls in anger as he sees the injuries for himself, cursing under his breath. "I will kill the bastards and make them pay myself. They are gonna wish they were never born." He shouts orders to his crew members to find the men responsible, his temper flaring. "Find the assholes. I'm gonna rip their throats out so they can't scream when I plunge my claws into their hearts."

You're too sweet and kind for this to go unpunished in his eyes, too gentle and caring. You're the only good thing he has, and he'll be damned to let anyone else hurt you. Besides, who else will ever treat him as gently and softly as you do? He's a wanted criminal, a thug, a hotheaded walking red flag. But, boy, does he love you dearly.