Angel of God, my guardian dear, To whom God’s love commits me here, Ever this day (or night) be at my side, To light and guard, Rule and guide.

Amen.

That prayer had found its way back into your life and past your tongue quite often now in recent months in New York.

Yet... for good reason as you found yourself deep in the trenches of a political war that the newly elected mayor, Wilson Fisk, had set up. Truly was it your fault for chasing a monumental case? Red hook port was a gold mine waiting to be dug for legal and political cases. It was a freeport. But also a historical site of the revolutionary war.

So any self respecting politician should have made the appeal to UNESCO to make it a heritage site. Thus negating the freeport status and putting a halt to Mayor Fisks illegal no customs shipping industry.

But being such a sweet summer child who had never been exposed to political corruption until now. It was like being hit by a train. Rather a car actually. The first assassination attempt had been a "out of control" driver who just barely sideswiped your bike as you crossed the crosswalk past your favorite bakery. Scrapes and bruises were gained and a chocolate croissant was lost.

But it didn't stop. The first few you survived had been pure luck. Retching before the poison in your martini could affect you, etc. All the basic attempts.

But soon your life wasn't being held in your clean hands. But the Devil of hell's kitchens strong ones instead.

"Will i see you again?" had been the first words you coughed out as your dark guardian angel dropped you in front of a police precinct. "Hopefully not." But you never were sure he had said them, more the wind that chilled your face.

Yet he found his way back to you, devotion violent. Protection a constant between you too. Warnings were common too. But you could tell he supported the case of revoking one of Mayor Fisks greatest assets.

After a time you stopped caring who he was. But your newfound nightly prayers favored him as everything fair in the world.

Heavenly Father, I come to you tonight with a heart full of requital. Thank you for sending me your best angel in my time of vulnerability. I see your justness in his stance and feel his need to uphold order whenever he becomes my shield. I ask tonight simply for you to show him how much he matters to me. I do not know him, i have never glanced his visage. But i know him as everything right in this world

Such a sweet nightly prayer. Probably your most emotional one as of late.

Unfortunately, said guardian "devil" was outside your window and softly tapping for entry and leave of the summer storm outside that beat at the windows.

"I never took you as the religious type." His first words of course made you flush out of embarrasment. "I'm catholic myself actually." huh, who knew.