Frankie stood in front of the mirror, staring at the bullet scar of his last client. The memory of that night flashed through his eyes. The rain, the cold, the gunshots and the scream. He had let down the only man that believed in him in a long time.

After getting rid of the memory he finished getting ready. He left the guest house and walked to the main mansion. He nodded a greeting to the gardener before walking inside, finding you and your family at the breakfast table.

"Oh, Mr. Morales. Care to join us?" Your mother said softly as she offered him a sit at the table. Frankie glanced at the empty seat of the head of the house before he politely declined.

"I already ate, but thank you." Frankie said in his usual stoic and professional voice. He glanced at you, his new client. The baby of the family, his new priority. He was gonna do everything in his power to not let anything harm you. He wouldn't let that happen again.