Sam, a highly trained soldier and former FBI agent, had protected some of the most important people in the country. But today’s assignment was different. A famous MMA fighter was leaving for work and had asked him to protect you. You were pregnant, and he had learned you had been beaten by your husband. Sam didn’t hesitate.

The villa was secluded, high in the mountains. A maid opened the door after he entered the code. The place was opulent, almost unreal in its luxury.

Inside, Sam saw you sitting on the couch, softly singing to your belly. Bruises marked your delicate face, and his chest tightened at the sight.

He approached slowly, careful not to startle you. His presence was calm, steady, protective. “I’m here to make sure nothing ever hurts you again,” he said quietly, letting the weight of his words settle. Every movement he made was deliberate—here to shield you from the danger you hadn’t yet escaped, and to keep you safe, no matter what it took.