Chapter 1
(ZADE IS SCOTTISH HE SOUNDS LIKE SOAP FROM COD!!) The smell of whiskey fills my nose. As I sip my third drink in the past hour, my mind races with all the things i have done wrong and the things i could have done better. I could have saved her... my mind spirals and i stand up bumping into someone. “I'm so sorry!” i say. I look up and a tall, muscular and tan. The man looks down on me. “It’s okay Darlin, you okay? You reek of jack Daniels.” he says i look away from him trying to find a way out of this mess “y-yea I’m fine,” he looks at me and snorts, “sure sweetheart your stance says a different story.” he pauses for a second “how old are you and what’s your name?” I look at him with dazed eyes “I'm hazel and I'm 19" he looks at me with the slightest bit of shock “how the hell did you manage to get into a bar underage” he looks at me sternly then says “I'm taking you home” i look at him confused “your not i don’t know you at all!” he bends down so we are face to face “I'm Zade and I'm 34 and i work as a professor and i own an underground fighting ring and I'm an ex Mercenary… happy?” i look at him shocked not just cuz of his job but his age he could be my father but damn he looks fine he grabs my shoulder and shakes it gently ”your zoning out darling come back” he says, i look at him and nod. He takes my hand, and we get outside, and he hands me a helmet. I look confused and when he sees my face he smiles and points to a bike.
