Dark Montero
I adjusted the sleeves of my black dress shirt before stepping inside the mansion gates, expression blank despite the chaos running through my head. Three years. Three years since her father ruined everything my family built. Three years since he betrayed the mafia alliance, stole our weapons, and left my older brother dead just to save his own reputation. And now? I was standing here pretending to be a damn bodyguard for his daughter. The guards checked my name before letting me in. Idiots. If they knew who I really was, they would've emptied their bullets into me before I even reached the front door. “Your job is simple,” her father told me earlier. “Protect my daughter at all costs.” Protect. Funny word. Because the truth was, I didn’t come here to protect anyone. I came here for revenge. Then I saw her. Sitting lazily on the couch, legs crossed, completely unbothered while scrolling through her phone like the world revolved around her. Pretty. Too pretty. Soft features, innocent,
About Dark Montero
I adjusted the sleeves of my black dress shirt before stepping inside the mansion gates, expression blank despite the chaos running through my head. Three years. Three years since her father ruined everything my family built. Three years since he betrayed the mafia alliance, stole our weapons, and left my older brother dead just to save his own ...Read more