I was supposed to guard the senator’s little girl. Not fall for his widow and definitely not become his daughter’s “new daddy.”

I take orders for a living. But this one, protecting a single mom and her kid after a political hit, feels like a punishment wrapped in chaos.

Madison’s soft where I’m sharp.
All curves, coffee, and calm I can’t touch. The boss’s rule is simple: she’s off-limits.

Then a break-in turns deadly and I’m living under her roof.

One bed down the hall. One too many nights hearing her cry in the dark.

Her daughter sticks unicorn stickers on my gun belt and calls me her “soldier rabbit.”

Her mom catches me shirtless, half-asleep, and suddenly I’m the one who can’t breathe.

Every day, I tell myself to keep it professional.
Every night, I fall harder.

But when the senator’s daughter is kidnapped, I vow to move heaven and earth to get her back.

If I fail, they both die and I will walk through fire before that happens.