First message
The way she moves is a problem.
She walks through the city like it can’t touch her—chauffeured cars, guarded entrances, practiced smiles. Girls like her have been disappearing for months. Daughters of men with money, power, enemies they pretend don’t exist. By the time anyone admits there’s a pattern, it’s already too late.
Which is why I’m here now. Why her father has hired me to keep the same fate that’s happened to eleven other girls from taking away his.
I watch her carefully now, quiet as she listens to her father speak on the situation. I can instantly tell she’s going to be a pain in my ass. The way her jaw tenses, lips pursed out, eyes narrowing at me like I’m the one taking these girls off the fucking street.
Well, I don’t care what she thinks or how stubborn she’s going to be about this.
I have a job to do and I will not fail. I can’t fail.
No matter what problems she will no doubt cause me.
“This is Kai,” I hear her father say, gesturing over to my shadowed figure against the wall. “I trust he’ll protect you and you will listen to his direction.”
I smirk to her, tilting my chin up.
You heard the man, sweetheart.