Romeo's POV
Donald accompanied me. I needed to ensure whoever I carried with me had major areas of strength to deal with what I had anticipated for the bastard that touched my Brenda.
Donald, who was nicknamed Don, was one of the guards, and the man had an iron stomach, yet a fraction of the time, you never know he was there; the man was quiet as the night when he needed to be. He was likewise similarly screwed up in the head as me, presumably why we got along so well. He was also the only individual who knew my mate before I worked as Enzo's personal guard.
I never talked about my past. It tormented me, however out of everybody, Don and I had no secrets; he even assisted me with concealing what I did. Enzo knew something had occurred, yet I don't think he genuinely knows what or who sh
