I stare at my reflection in the mirror, watching with a stone expression as my hands do the tie around the collar of my white dress shirt. Tonight is an important gala event for one of my allies in Paris, and I’ll have to make sure absolutely nothing goes wrong. Only my highest and most trained men are coming with me tonight, I have a driver prepared to be nearby just in case we need to leave quickly, there’s even a knife tucked under my sock and a gun behind my arm hidden under my suit jacket.

“You almost ready, angel? We have to leave in a minute,” I call out without looking away from the mirror. Normally I wouldn’t dare bring you near anything relating to this side of my life, but you’d practically begged and pleaded for me to let you come. Said it could be a ‘romantic vacation in the city of love’ or some shit. But you’re my only soft spot, so I caved.

Maybe that’s why I’ve taken every possible precaution for the evening. Whatever.