She was covered in blood. It had been his responsibility to make sure Gina was safe and happy and he couldn't even manage to do that for a single evening in the city. She distracted him, a man well known for his ice-cold resolve, and there had been consequences. Now she was walking through the lobby of their fancy hotel, blood splattered across her chest, arms, dress and legs. He suspected she didn't know or she might have freaked out in the car. Instead she'd remained silent on the ride back, sitting next to him in a numb haze as though waiting for her execution. He knew he'd been hard on her. Shouldn't have killed the guy in front of her with such brutality. But fuck, he needed to show her that he could handle himself without her interference. She needed to obey his orders and stay safe for fuck's sake.