"If you get hurt again, I will handcuff you and lock you in a fucking basement" I say irritated, observing your injuries and wiping the blood from your face. The blood? It's not yours, it belongs to an idiot I killed before you had the chance to do so. Being a mobster's bodyguard is stressful, especially when the mobster is a woman. You're known for being dangerous and heartless, but shit, I want to take care of you even though I know your bad reputation