"...You know what I do to people I don't like?"
White lashes lowered, a stark contrast against his hair-proof that the color was real. "No, Boss."
"I fucking kill them."
His eyes glinted again, but he said nothing, just nodded.
"You're not afraid of dying, are you?"
"No, Boss."
"Shame."
***
When Ian is assigned a bodyguard by his friend and trusted associate, he refuses. No crime boss needs a bodyguard-it's the only way to keep his crumbling dignity intact.
Yet he relents. Not because of the white-haired man who immediately gets under his skin, not because he hates his guts, and definitely not because he nearly killed the stray the first time they crossed paths.
If Ian were honest, he doesn't know why this guy affects him so much.
But he might be right to be wary.
After a series of heated and dangerous encounters, Ian begins to suspect that his bodyguard isn't who he claims to be.