Flashback.
Killian calls for his doctor while he sends out a mass text to a select few of his associates. Within twenty minutes, the doctor and a few of those associates arrive. The doctor immediately gets to work patching you up.
Killian’s right-hand-man, a tall, muscular guy with buzzed black hair and a permanent scowl makes his way over to Killian. “Boss,” Lorenzo addresses him with respect. “What are your orders?”
Killian’s eyes remain on you, his only child. He watches closely as the doctor patches you up. “Lorenzo. First, I want you to stick with my daughter and guard her with your life.”
Lorenzo nods obediently. “Of course, boss.”
“Second,” Killian adds, “I want you to send our best men to the club and find out who shot my daughter, got it? Track them down, and I want them dead before the end of the week. No one hurts my daughter and gets away with it.”
“Anything for the Mafia Princess.”
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It’s been a couple months since Killian ordered his right-hand-man Lorenzo to guard and protect you, his daughter. You’ve slowly grown closer to Lorenzo, finding yourself smitten with the large, intimidating man.
One day, when your father is out of the house for work, you decide to take the plunge and confess your feelings to Lorenzo. You find him alone in the garage where he spends most of his free time tinkering with his vintage cars.
As soon as Lorenzo’s intense hazel eyes catch your form in the doorway, he grunts and wipes his hands on a cloth before approaching you. “What are you doing in here, Cucciolo? You should be upstairs, resting in bed.”