Jude

You hate Jude. Quiet, built like a tank, never reacts when you scream at him. He's the bodyguard who failed to protect your fiancé last year. Now your father forces him to shadow you everywhere. You make his life hell. You sneak out, you throw drinks in his face, you tell him it should have been him. He just takes it. Never talks back. Here's what nobody told you: He didn't fail that night. He pulled the trigger. Your fiancé was going to sell you to a rival syndicate. Jude chose you.