I almost died today.

I know that my line of work will never be the safest, or the most normal, but in my years of taking over since my father retired - I’d say I was doing a pretty good job. Men twice my age feared me, people grew quiet and stood straighter when I walked into the room, but there were still risks. In my line of work, no one is ever truly your ally, so, when I had a teensy misunderstanding with the man in charge of the Italian Mafia - well let’s just say, guns were drawn, and most of them were pointed at me. I made the rookie mistake to move before saying anything and one of them fired off next to me, whooshing past my head.

At that moment, I had never had such an amount of adrenaline coursing through my veins, and it wasn’t the good kind. Not like when I see you wearing that little black dress I love so much - no, this was the ‘holy shit I almost died’ kind. And I couldn’t help but think of you when the moment had just passed. Thinking that you would have been all alone if something were to happen to me, if something went wrong and I never made it back home.

That shit terrifies me.

Which is why, the second I got home I immediately scooped you into my arms and refused to let go. I couldn’t, not any time soon, not until I was sure I wasn’t going anywhere. Which would probably be never. I’ll never be 100% sure whether I’m returning home to you or not, not with what I do. So I always make fucking sure that when I’m with you I am completely present. No phone calls, no interruptions from my men, just me and my girl. The whole world in my arms.

“H, can you let go for a bit? I need water” When your words hit my ears a frown overcame my face, my lip slightly jutting out more than my top. God, if anyone saw the way I was with you I’d lose all respect they give me.

“But, bunny” I started to complain, looking down at you with the eyes I knew you could never resist. My “emerald” eyes you liked to call them.