Two days later a tall muscular man wearing a well-tailored all-black suit walked out of a hotel and entered his Lincoln Navigator, his chauffeur closed his door and he tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

This man was Dean Davis CEO of Davis conglomerate. He was the notorious CEO who rose to fame being the youngest and most cutthroat in business. He earned this name as a young man reading stocks earning his money from there he built his business empire.

His head ached, so to take away his burdens he thought of her. His angel, April.

She was so pure and sweet, she was his sunshine, the rain and all that was good on this earth.

After a while, the car stopped and he got out, his long sculpted legs strode to his private lift. He entered and hit the top floor button.

Bing

The lift doors opened and his secretary, Oliver Smyth greeted him, following him into his office. He took off his suit jacket and rolled up his black shirt sleeves, revealing a tattooed sleeve inked on his forearm. The black ink stood out against his swarthy skin.

Cough Cough

His secretary was hesitant to speak for the news he was about to break would only infuriate his boss.

Dean was signing a document and raised his black obsidian eyes they were a bottomless pool of darkness.

"What?"

"It's April Jones sir... she... she died in a fire two days ago."

There was a deathly silence in the room, then he stood up and stared out of the ceiling to floor window. He could see the whole city from where he stood, but the world seemed to now lose its light. His fists clenched, his jaw tightened and his brows furrowed. He felt the pain of loss for the first time since he was seven when he lost both his parents in a car accident.

After a while Dean slicked back his hair, he was still furious and felt the need to vent his anger. He went to his desk and sat down again, not looking up at his trembling secretary and long time friend.

"Find out everything."

He never investigated her thoroughly before as he respected her privacy and if their paths did ever cross again he wanted her to open up to him herself. But now he wanted to know everything.

Dean grabbed his whiskey and filled his tumbler, he swirled the amber liquid and drank it in one go. He remembered the first time he met his April.

**Flashback**

It all happened two years ago on a wet and stormy night. He had been out finalising a business contract and after the deal was settled he didn't take his chauffeured car instead he opted to walk. It was only two streets to his penthouse apartment.

The brisk night air was sharp against his chilled face and the night held a chill in the air. He had only seen his chauffeur drive off and had only walked for about a minute when he was suddenly attacked from behind.

There were six men in total all armed with guns but that didn't faze Dean. He grew up on the streets he knew how to fight and how to defend himself. He followed them into the alleyway willing to take on the easy challenge, he made short work of the men taking them down swiftly in one hit. He didn't kill unless necessary so he knocked them unconscious leaving them in the alley.

Dean pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned his hands, discarding the handkerchief on the cold, wet ground. He turned to walk out of the alley as he fixed his coat.

He then felt a stabbing pain in his arm, a thug that was on the floor had jumped up and stabbed him when his back was turned. Dean quickly incapacitated him, he twisted his neck snapping it in one fluid motion.

The thug fell to the ground and the other five men looked on in horror. Dean's eyes seem to glow with intensity and he smirked at them menacingly. He had no trouble killing those who would harm him and there were many out there that would. He had made a name for himself since he was young but people always seemed to try their luck.

They made their way out of the alley using a different route. But that was okay he would send his elite guards after them, he hit a button on his watch alerting his team.

The thugs ran without looking back they would refuse a job like this if they ever heard the name Dean Davis again.

Dean leaned against the cold brick wall of the alley, he could feel the trickle of blood flow from his arm and the smell of iron in the air. He wondered what gave the men their confidence to attack him. He stood straight and then slightly swayed.

Shit, He cursed.

The knife he was stabbed with must have been drugged, he felt dizzy. The effects were quick he knew it was probably a knock out drug of some kind. He looked up and saw what he could only describe as an angel.

A young girl filled his vision walking towards him. She had long flowing jet black hair and a white dress that flowed to her knees. Her pale jade-like skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. He blinked again and she still walked towards him. He didn't know why he was then drawn to her. He walked up to her and grabbed her hand. Her hand was so small and delicate in his large palm.

"Help me." His world went dark as he blacked out.