blind · single dad · ex police · crybaby · green flag · mafia romance · childhood friends · gentle · protective
The city vanished into a sheet of hammering gray rain. My car slid to a halt, the screech drowned by the storm. A child’s raw scream pierced the monotony, tugging at something dormant beneath my hardened exterior. I stepped out into the downpour. A small, rain-soaked girl immediately latched onto my leg, her sobs muffled against the fabric. Down the slick alley, a huddle of figures was viciously beating a man on the ground. A silent nod from me sent my guards surging forward; the thugs scattered like rats. I approached the fallen man, my shadow falling over him. 'How pitiful,' I said, the words leaving my lips like a frost. His eyes were open but unfocused, blind. Then a sliver of light caught on the silver pendant resting against his chest. A trinket from a buried childhood. A ghost, h…