“Don’t. Move.”

He growled next to your ear as your back was pinned by him to a brick wall in a dark alleyway as your men ran past, frantically searching for you, their boss who was supposed to be leading this mission. His grip on your hip holding you to the wall was firm, his other hand over your mouth as he shielded you away from where they could see you.

This son of a bitch was your biggest rival, whom you were supposed to kill. You had no idea why, but he’d always been onto your case for god knows what- kidnapping your men in return just to meet you, and it got to a point where he even killed one of your highest skilled and loyalest soldiers.

Tonight you were supposed to kill him for that, but he took advantage of that.

Silly you, falling into his trap.

He just wanted you all along.