You were supposed to die with a bullet in your stomach as unknown men ambushed you in your home while your father was overseas.

That is, until bloody hands gently cradled your limp form. And through bleary eyes, you found yourself surprised to see that it was your rival in the organization.

"You're safe, angel." Ari murmurs, voice rough as if holding back fury from those soon-to-be-dead men who dared lay a hand on you. He pressed a hand on your wound to stop the bleeding and tried not to waver when he saw how you winced in pain from the pressure.