JUSTIN: “What happened to her?” Miguel grabs my shirt with anger pushing against the table. “For the hundredth time Miguel, she went to the car and I don't….” “Bullshit” he pushes me again, “Bullshit Warren!” “Miguel…we're wasting time, whoever has her is having the time of their life, we need to act fast” I could see it the flash of realization and fear in his eyes, “fuck!” he finally let go of me, he picked up his comm and put it into his ear, “everyone to the warehouse now” slowly he turns to me, ”if anything and I mean anything happens to her, I will shred you to pieces Warren” he tsks and leaves, my heart finally relaxes. “Where are you Isabella?” I quietly ask myself.**************I go through her file again for the seventh time trying to figure out who has her but no one looks like a threat, she has kept everyone at arms length and not engaged with anyone that'll result in a kidnap. I take another cup of coffee trying to keep myself awake before I pass out. It's bee
ISABELLA: “Remind me again why we're here?” I whisper to Cara as we watch another model walk down the stage. “To support me Isa” she groans, “I have told you this a million times" “Oh right” I subtly look around and see Justin watching me with intent and his eyes not moving an inch, my heart Increases in speed. “Your bodyguard loves his job I see” Cara says drawing me out of my thoughts. "Cara please” I adjusts myself, “don't start” “I mean look at him right now he's staring at you like an eagle” “It's his job Cara” I groan, “that's why he is my bodyguard remember?” “Hm right” she stops for a second, “which begs the question why do you need a bodyguard?” I take a deep breath in, “protection. Some people don't just like my existence” “Isn't that why you have Miguel?” “Yes, but he won't always be there” I sigh, “this bodyguard thing won't last okay? After I got shot mum started panicking and got me,"I point at Justin, “him. Once
JUSTIN'S POV:I didn't know why I agreed to train her, I didn't want to be in any close vicinity with her and that was what I have been telling myself since I laid eyes on her, but here I am jogging with her…absolutely pathetic. “Wanna tell me why we're up so early jogging? I said training Warren” she says panting. “You're clearly out of shape. How on earth do you want to fight if you can't even have a simple morning run?” I smile, “exactly you can't”.She grunts and stops, “what is your problem huh? Just because I asked you to train me doesn't give you the right to speak to me like I'm…I'm one of your military friends, I am your boss and…” “I know” “What?” “I'm not treating you like one of my military friends, i am your employee, I am your bodyguard, my job is to protect you but I am telling you the truth, you are out of shape, you might be good with knives but if you want to be good with your fist, you need physical strength”. She sighs, “you're forgiven” “Can
ISABELLA'S POV: I punch the duffel bag for what felt like the hundredth time and my hands were burning. I didn't care for the hurt, I encouraged it, I welcomed it. My head was pounding, heart was racing and my anger rising, whoever is the cause of this feeling will pay dearly when I find out thier identity. “Your punches are weak and your stance is wrong” I hear behind me and I turn swiftly lunging my knife towards the voice. My vision clears and I realize it's Justin,“Don't you ever sneak up on me again” I breath hard and drop the knife, “what are you doing here?” “Getting acquainted with the environment” he says non chalantly, “why are you here? It's past midnight”. I take off my glovers and let my hair fall, “I have insomnia and this is my house” I scoff and walk past him. “Right”. “Why are you here? You resume work tomorrow, don't you need rest?” I ask with a bit of concern. “Like I said I'm getting acquainted with the environment”, he picks up my gun, “you need
JUSTIN: Morning runs were soothing, plugged ears, full speed, sweat going down my back and my arms just makes my day a little better and easier to handle, but my path always took my back to the same place, the same place I constantly tell myself I don't want to be at or remember yet I still find myself running towards it…my brother's grave. I hated it here, I hated the silence, the sadness, the dead dropping flowers that scattered round the green grass whenever it's windy, I hated the way my heart becomes sad and angry at the same time when I see his name on the tombstone but most of all I hated how much I missed him. Panting and sweating, I squat and drop a fresh set of roses on his grave, “Celebration of life Luca” I smile sadly and stand up then my phone beeps with a message. “Initiate” my jaw becomes hard but my revenge must be done. ************** “Come in” a girl says as I walk into the dangerous home of the one and only Isabella Morretti. I have heard rumors of the b
ISABELLA: “So? What did you gather?” I stare at Miguel from across my desk. He drops a file on my desk, “34, Special ops, left the military after an injury to his knee, started bodyguarding after recovery and that was a year ago, he's been getting jobs back to back and so far so good they've all been..well good”. I sigh, “family? Wife? Personal life?” I say going through his file. “A brother that died over two years ago, no wife or pre existing relationships…he's a very private person so most information is tied up, as of now he doesn't have any known relative, isn't active on social media and is pretty much to himself. Only has professional contact with his clients and that's all” “Why never a stable long term job?” “I actually don't know, he is always on a job three months max and leaves, it's…weird”. I close the file, “now what do you think?” “What do I think concerning you getting a bodyguard?” he chuckles a little. “It's not funny Miguel” I say sternly, “I know,