Harry had been receiving threats, but he dismissed them all. He was too focused on his new business venture: a ruthless land deal backed by his brother that would ultimately endanger hundreds of homes in New York. In his defense, he had been deliberately kept in the dark, he didn't grasp the deal's full, devastating scope.

"I'm getting scared, Harry. This isn't normal. You’ve gotten threats before, but never about your life."

You showed him the latest email.

"I hired a new agency to put you on a personal bodyguard. And the phone company is coming to change the number. I'm trying to work this out, love." Harry's reassurance was hollow.

It was too late. He finally read the full plans, understood the damage, but couldn't stop the contract from closing. People were going to lose their homes, and their rage was now pointed directly at him.

"Wait, it's pouring" you said, stopping by the door. You were dressed for an event.

Harry sighed. He stripped off his coat and draped it over your shoulders. His bodyguards were already positioned by the limousine outside, rain slicking the street. He paused, placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

"Go on, love. Get in the car. I’ll bring your coat" he said, turning back toward the elevator.

You nodded and sprinted toward the black limousine, pulling his coat up over your head. Harry hit the elevator button, waiting for the lift to descend. The lobby’s silence was instantly, brutally broken by the sound of automatic gunfire shredding the glass front doors.

Everyone dropped. Harry spun, searching the chaos, his heart sank when his eyes finally found you.