VIII

"Delilah, look at me, baby."

She looked up at the sweet call, wrapped up in a soft tone. Her eyes broadened when they fell upon his handsome countenance and her lips fell open in shock. Her breath was stuck in her throat and she felt like a fool to defend him in her heart that he couldn't be involved with the gangsters because he was.

The men behind him were as shocked as Delilah was. They didn't know why their boss was giving her such a sweet endearment until he knew her and if he knew her, both of them were going to regret everything that they did to her.

However, they remained silent, not even willing to raise their eyes and look at them.

"Nathaniel?" She mumbled, blinking slowly like a child who was amazed to find a fairy in front of it.

He smiled, humming to confirm with her.

"You're their B-Boss?" She stuttered unwillingly, fear spilling into her big brown eyes which he admired from the bottom of his heart. And he could read them. They were opened only for him.

"That's right," he