Pampered By The Ruthless Tycoon Guardian

was a blur of gray and neon, streaked with water. Cold. It was so cold her bones ached, a deep, hollow throb that echoed t

. Her fingers were tiny, the nails barely

f of bread. This wasn't her body. This wasn't the body of the leader of the Aegis Alliance. She tried to command her muscles

ng fast. The shivering had stopped, which meant she was in the danger zone. She needed heat. She ne

the pavement with a rhythm that spoke of absolute author

A pair of shoes. Black, polished to a mirror shine even in the rain, stepping deliberately th

nce. She couldn't fight, she couldn't run. All she had was this one weapon. She

cing, desperate scream that tore through the noise of

tsteps

and impatient. "I'll move i

heavy boot reared back, read

tiny, choked sob. A sound of pure, helpless suffocation. It was a calculated move, hitti

hovered i

t. Low, cold, and commanding. The voi

red. The shad

e box moved. Fingers-long, encased in black leather-g

er. Rain streamed down his face, plastering dark hair to his forehead. His eyes were a pale, icy gray, staring down at

ding intensity of a woman who had commanded armies. For a second, the air between them crackled. Th

er man-Arthur-grunted from beh

ove. He stuffed it into his coat pocket and knelt down. The knees of his tailored pants

tricity snapped between them. It stung. The man's hand

r brain. "This guy's suit is decent, but he stares at a dying bab

rting around the empty alleyway. The brick walls were slick wit

The baby who was currently blowing a spit bubble and look

his voice dangerously

olster, pulling out a Glock 19 in

infant face scrunching up. "Oh, great. Now they're pulling guns. Are y

It had echoed directly inside his skull, clear as a bell, loud and sar

front of her soaked, filthy onesie. With two fingers, he lifted her up, lettin

amed, her tiny limbs flailing in protest. "Support the nec

ringing in his head, issuing a precise medical directive. He looked at

adling the back of her neck with surprising gentleness. He tucked her against his

the expensive fabric, her eyes fluttering shut. "About time," she thought, a

nst his chest, rapid but steady. He listened to the voice in his head, a voice that belonged

said, his eyes fixed on the dark en