Things had been exceedingly hectic since he had come home one evening to simply find a note saying that she was going off, to the Caribbean. Apparently she was off to search for new talent, but he had never heard about any of these plans. Though since he had spent much of his time until recently chasing after a man who seemed to disappear like a phantom, it would not have been as if he was around when she would have made this decision.

The brothel had never been his job. That was not completely true, he had always run security for the most part. And his mistress was still reachable by phone and he was a quick study at most things. But his mind was having a hard time processing everything that was going on. First he had his sister now, which meant years of torment and fleeting memories were true. Then Isobel had left. He could not protect her if she was hundreds of miles away, surrounded by who knows what. Why would she have him if he was going to have no purpose?

Certainly if he was watching her investment here, he was protecting something, but what if something did happen to her? Yes, she was strong, but she had him for a reason after all. And that meant that there was no barrier between him and her… associate. And given what he now knew what he had done to his sister, in intimate detail courtesy of the same associate who he was almost certain he would have the distinct desire to kill if he ran into any time soon.

Finishing up in the office what her instructions on the answering machine were, he headed out to check to see if everything was as it should be. The first sign that something was off was the scent of blood drifting up to his nose. Blood. Why was he smelling blood, and so much? His eyes narrow and his head started to hurt. Someone was hurt. It was his job to protect, why was someone hurt?