The Irish Angel

A beautiful woman, with the name of Riley, walking down the street of Boston. She ran into a Russian Mod leader, he beaten her, almost to death. She cried out in pain but fought back. When Riley had no energy left a tall handsome man saves her. Three hours later she woke up in another room screaming. Riley soon realized that she was safe in the hands of the man but what if she's not as safe as she thinks she is.

Killian saves a lovely woman from dying at the hands of his rival. He gets to know the beautiful woman and falls in love. The innocent, funny, smart, cocky, he fell in love with it all. Killian was a good guy but a bad guy. He would the villain in children books. The Mafia. He knew he could love Riley, but he didn't know if he could protect her.

I heard the familiar cracking sound as the big man kicked and kicked. After breaking ribs he moved to my face. He got two kicks in before I grabbed his big foot and pulled it back. The big man fell to ground and I straddled his waist throwing in a few punches. He grabbed my fists and pulled them behind my back breaking my arm too. I screamed out in pain.

The pain was too much. I couldn't take it. It was too much for my little body. I was in and out of this world. The big man threw me over his huge shoulder. I was in too much pain to fight back.

Then I was on the ground again. I heard grunts from the big man. He was five feet away with a man on waist punching him over and over again. The big man passed out and other man come over to me. He looked down at me.

The man reached out for me, he placed my head on his lap. "No, no, please, don't hurt me," I shook my head.

"Angle, I would never hurt, but I need you go to sleep," he stroked my hair in the cold ally of Boston.