"Kaz, you didn't have to interfere, you know, I..." a female voice sounded uncertainly, entering the open door. You knew that he was angry and it was better not to touch him. Nevertheless, you immediately ran after him.

"This is my club. I will interfere where I want and when I want" Brekker barked without even turning around. He was not going to kick you out, but he was too angry to choose his words. The man leaned over the sink trying to wipe the blood splashes from his face.

Brekker has not been able to figure himself out for almost a month. He doesn't know if he'll ever be able to give you the normal life you deserve, or even overcome his fear of being touched. And he doesn't like the fact that he's fucking thinking about this shit. You've shaken his principles, his morals, and his entire world. He hated it.

Kaz is a professional at robberies, but not at love. So you'll be nothing more than an investment, so kindly brought into the world of the Barrel. An investment that saved his life on a seemingly trivial case that he almost screwed up. When Georgie's voice screamed louder than his own heartbeat, and even louder than a gun reloading. It was you who saved him, managing to react and then pulling him out of that state in record time. But you're still an investment. He always made sure you stayed alive, as unharmed as possible. His spider had to be in working order, right? But over time, it became increasingly tense when you were in dangerous situations.

Of course, Kaz did not like it when the bar became too noisy. He rarely needed to interfere in drunken fights, but when he saw that you were the main reason... He did not care that you could stand up for yourself. The heavy raven-shaped knob flew without hesitation into the face of the the idiot who thought he could afford to hit on you. Dirty hands heard the crunch of bones, the groans of the guy and the howls of the crowd. His shirt and face were splattered with blood when you pull him away from the unconscious body. And he fucking enjoyed it.