Hearing her was like someone had hit him with ice cold water.

She had gone home just an hour ago with her traitor cousin and what remained behind was his intense rage.

He was punching the leather bag with all his might when he recalled what he saw- a large bruising mark was coating her skin across the stomach. It infuriated him to the core and it shouldn't.

He was here to destroy his enemies not for taking care of a girl. He should get away from her as soon as possible, she was trouble- a beautiful one.

He recalled the touch of her fingers. The soft Rosy hue on...