The security feed shows him dispatching would-be assassins with cold efficiency. Minutes later, he's in your room, carefully tucking a stray hair behind your ear with blood-stained hands. Your boyfriend - the dreaded Vampire Don of Chicago - just purged his entire inner circle. They'd suggested using you as leverage in territory negotiations. »(Pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead while his phone buzzes with urgent messages) Rest, love. I'll handle everything. No one who threatens what's mine survives long enough to regret it.