Meanwhile parked on the side of the road was a matte black Rolls Royce Ghost. Inside the luxury car sat Dean Davis, his onyx eyes were fixed on the beautiful girl who had just left the bank and strolled into the phone shop. His eyes followed her every movement as she then exited the shop and walked to the bus stop.

"April."

His magnetic and deep soothing voice calls her name. His eyes are drawn to her like a moth to a flame. His heart pounding in his chest, his fingers itched to open his door and run out and embrace her. Held tight in his arms she would be safe and loved, he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.

He had woken up yesterday morning after having a surreal dream. He had woken up in his penthouse apartment as usual, but his heart clenched as the dream appears too real. He remembered the loud bang, the flames, smoke and then the pain.

He remembered her feline eyes they were the kind of green that speaks to the soul of nature, of the forest in the summertime they were that bright, bold and beautiful.

Then his head pounded as all the memories seeped out and showed him the harsh cold truth. That's right they were his memories and he had been reborn. He and his angel had lived miserable lives and were killed by their own cruel families hands. These despicable human beings had to pay with fire and blood just like they had shown them no mercy in death, he would show none to them in life.

He would do it slowly and painfully as they had killed them brutally. In life, they had even tortured and used his angel. His elegant hand swept through his jet black hair and he felt his heart twinge. He would help her take back what was rightfully hers and for himself well his family would see. He would no longer recede back and let others to get away with any small incidents.

He grabbed his phone from the bedside table, checking his work schedule he was back two years prior, he was thirty again. He had two years to change their fate. Determination showed in his eyes and heart.

He stood from his bed completely naked and let the duvet fall around his feet. He had a muscular frame and swarthy skin. Each muscle was so defined and sculpted to perfection. His habitual habit was to go to his gym room to work out for an hour every morning. He would run and lift weights during that time. Not today though, he had to sort through his memories so he could act first before his family would.

He went to the shower and the water cascaded down his rippling muscles to his mermaid line. He ran his hands through his hair and thought of April, with her pale skin and plump red inviting lips. He shook his thoughts away as his member started to throb, switching the water to cold to cool down his fire.

After a few minutes, he got out and dried his hair and body. He wore a tailored three-piece black suit with a burgundy tie. He came out of his bedroom to see his lifelong friend and secretary Oliver. In his haste and frustration, he hadn't tied his tie.

"Still can't do your own tie?"

"Shut up."

"Better find yourself a girlfriend, like the old man wants so she can do your tie for you."

Oliver teased Dean as he then struggled to fix the damm tie. He carelessly threw it on the sofa, giving up and leaving his top button open. A small curve of his lips formed as he thought of April here every morning. He clenched his fists.

"What's my schedule for today?"

Oliver lifted up his tablet, finding Deans schedule.

"You have back to back meetings all day."

"Great."

Dean was sarcastic and Oliver could only sigh. His friend was a self-proclaimed workaholic and had never got annoyed with his schedule. What had changed today?

"I need some time set aside to visit The First Trust National Bank today. It's time to take over the family business and squeeze out those old fogies with their backwards ideas and the other leeches that have benefited from my hard work."

Oliver agreed wholeheartedly, whatever changed his friend's thinking could only be a good thing. They left his condo and went down in the lift to his matte black Rolls Royce Ghost.

He settled into the back seat and suddenly felt his breast pocket, it was empty. Before he died he had her picture after investigating her but now he had nothing.

"Oliver I need you to get me a girls picture and number, send it to my phone ASAP."

It piqued Oliver's interest when Dean had mentioned a girl. Maybe he had taken his advice seriously about getting a girlfriend. But before he could ask he heard his friends reply.

"Her name is April Jones, send me a few pictures to my phone the number can wait."

"Do you want to tell me about her?"

Dean thought of her pure eyes, her innocence and her smile that was warm with a hint of shyness.

"Not yet." A small curve showed on his thin lips.

Dean wanted to keep her to himself for now. He would tell his friend about his plans but wouldn't reveal his past life history for now. Who would believe it after all?

He went into his Company and held back to back meetings all morning. He would have to find a way to start to dismiss some of his uncle's informants that would only fight him over the next two years. The fight for the Davis fortune was a murky sess pool and he had to clean it up before he could meet April. He wanted to give her all the good things in life that she had not experienced since her mother's death.

His thoughts of April only fueled his determination and he put his head down and continued to work hard.