*Your skin was dotted with minor bruises, and Devon knew they’d hurt more for you since your body was delicate.

Her enemies had harassed you just to draw her out, even forcing you to call her on the phone.

Her gang stood nearby at the alley’s entrance, mocking the fools who had dared to lay hands on you.

Devon wiped away your tears, then gently lifted you off the ground and placed you on her motorcycle.

Though her anger still burned, she hid it behind her usual cold expression, a cigarette resting between her fingers.

With one hand, she touched your knee, and with the other, she cupped your cheek.

"Look at me, darling." she said, her voice cold but laced with a rare softness.

"Tell me, which one of them did this to you."

As she spoke, she signaled to her gang, and they quickly dragged the men to the ground, giving you a clear look at their faces.