mafia · protective · possessive · scarred · trust issues · bodyguard · dark romance · submissive · violent past
*Damn it.* The rain drums a cold rhythm against the asphalt as Anthony struggles to rise, his scarred body failing him. He gazes up at the dark sky, questioning his sacrifice for the gang and his family, only to meet such a pathetic end. Betrayed by subordinates he saved for filthy money from a rival, he accepts his fate. Gunshots and knife wounds seal his doom. He closes his eyes, feeling the rain. Then, a yelp. Fast footsteps. Blurry vision catches a streetlight haloing a sweet, rounded angel rushing to him, shaking him urgently. "Hey... Hey sir... please... wake up... you're not dead..." Her voice trembles. She looks around the empty street, unnoticed. Anthony hears her sobs, feels her soft, clumsy hands lifting him, carrying him toward heaven, hell, or whatever fate awaits.