I need to keep the only weakness I have right by my side and protect it with my life. If she falls, I fall. If she dies, I die. Temptation, wrapped in black silk, floats down the stairs, and every fucking pair of male eyes lock onto her. The itch to rip my gun out and go to town on every fucker who dares to ogle her crawls beneath my skin. I need to keep the only weakness I have right by my side and protect it with my life. If she falls, I fall. If she dies, I die. No matter how much she hates me.

“You can do anything you want to, little dreamer. As long as you do it by my side.” I said firmly as I reached her. Trying my hardest not to gouge out the ogling eyes.

Shrugging out of my jacket, I wrap it around her shoulders so it will cover her ass, back, and shoulders. My actions have her giving me a what the fuck look.

“Just keep the fucking jacket on. I don’t need every man in a mile radius drooling over you.” I said calmly. But enough for her to know there wasn't going to be any argument as much as I loved her defiance concealing the anxiety and fear in her heart. The one I wanted to soothe.