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He wants me protected. That's nice to hear.. Nice to know. Someone gives a shit.. But why?

This is what you're protecting. He held on.

“This isn’t nothing. I've wanted you to get extra protection for awhile now but you keep refusing. You need protection. Real protection.” I shook my head. “I don’t need...” “Yes, you do,” he snapped, cutting me off. “Your father might not give a damn if you get snatched, but I do. You’re hiring security. End of discussion.” "The only thing my father will care about is me not giving him grandkids for him to control like he is doing to me, if I'm gone" "Stop it, Alex" I opened my mouth to argue, but stopped. Because he was right.

“That’s not what’s happening.” “It is,” he said firmly. “Because I will not let them push you away.” His thumb brushed over her knuckles, slow and deliberate. “From this moment on, protection is not up for negotiation, It’s permanent.” Arielle swallowed. “What does that look like?” “It looks like Liam staying somewhere secure until he’s healed,” Damian said, already planning. “It looks like Emma never being reachable without my clearance. It looks like you never walking into a room alone without me.”

“No. Isaiah, you don’t have to do that. When it comes to her safety nothing else matters. Please let me stay. At least until we find whoever wants to kill her.” “It’s a bad idea Palmer and you know it.” “But it won’t be the only bad idea you’ve had in your life. Come on Isaiah, you know me. We’ve hunted down deeply deprived monsters in this world together. You know I’ll protect her.” Palmer stood and tapped the desk with his index finger. “I’ll protect her with my life.” Isaiah leaned back on his chair, glancing at Palmer broodingly. “It’s truly a bad idea, but you’ll stay until we get the person who hired the mercenaries.”

“Take good care of her. She’s the only Santoro heir now.” The door closed with a dry click. The silence was absolute. Rocco put the gun away. Came to me. “I swear I’ll protect you. Both of you. Until the end of my life.” He kissed the top of my forehead. His lips stayed there for a second. Two. Three. Sealing a promise. I closed my eyes. Luna whimpered softly in my arms. And I thought that maybe we were never truly safe. Maybe the mafia was like a virus—gets into your blood and never leaves.

Then she looked at the protection clause in the contract. Any threats to Ms. Grant or her immediate family will be neutralized permanently. Nina picked up her phone with shaking hands. The number Victor had left rang twice. "Ms. Grant." His voice was cold despite it being 4 AM. Like he'd been expecting her call. "Have you made a decision?" "I have questions." "Ask them." "The protection..." she hesitated. "How does it work? What does 'neutralized' actually mean?" "It means anyone who threatens you or your family will be dealt with swiftly and permanently." He said firmly. "You don't need to know the details. You just need to know it will stop.".

Donovan slammed into it like glass. He screamed. “What are you?” he shouted. I stepped closer. “I am done being afraid.” He struck again. Harder. The force hit me. I staggered. Felt pain bloom. Felt the child stir. “No,” I breathed. “Not you.” Something answered. The power wrapped around Kieran and Adrian at once. Hold them. Shielded them. Adrian gasped. “She’s protecting us both.” Donovan’s eyes went wide. “That’s impossible.”

Because protection wasn’t just keeping danger out anymore. It was keeping me in.