HIS BLIND LOVE

Jake was sitting in the office of Alexander and Alexander, an agency that hires out bodyguards for those who need protection. He crossed his right leg over his left one, loosened his tie and waited to be given his new assignment. His head was still pounding from last night. Once again he drank way too much and ended up taking some blond he met in the bar back to his place and had sex with her. He woke up butt naked, the blond was gone and the used condom lay on the floor. He quickly rushed into the bathroom and took his bath and rushed down to the office.

"Here is your new assignment," his boss Alexander said to him, sliding the folder across the desk so that it was in front of him.

He opened the folder and read the information inside. "Bruce, I've heard of him. Why would he want to hire us when I am sure he got his own men? I've also heard that some of his business aren't legs," Jake said to his boss.

Alexander looked at his brother Cain before answering. "Those are just rumors, as for your question Mr. Bruce has been using this firm for some time now and he requested someone that can be trusted. And you know too well that you're the best in the business, but you have to cut down on the drinking and control your temper," his boss said to him.

"Well maybe I don't want the job," he said, tossing the folder down while reading the piece of information written on it.

Cain, the brother of Alexander , sat back. "Jake, because of your ways, you're having a hard time keeping jobs. This job pays triple the normal pay and you also get to live in one of the most exclusive mansions in California," Cain said to make him take the job.

His eyebrows lifted and he looked vigorously at Alexander and his brother. "Triple," he paused for a while then continued. "Why triple, what aren't you telling me?" He asked.

Cain cleared his throat and Alexander played with the pen in his hands. A sure sign that they were keeping something from him. "It's nothing jake, nothing at all. It's just that we promise the man the best guy we have, his business means a lot to our company, he can make us or break us," Cain said to convince Jake about the fact that they were hiding something from him.

He stared at the two brothers for a while, not still believing in what they said. "Alright, I will take the job under one condition," he said.

"And what may that be?" Alexander asked as he exhaled deeply and looked at his brother Cain.

"If I discover that this is a set up, trust me, I will hunt both of you and kill you," he said as he fixed his gaze towards them.

"You know we can't afford to do that Jake, believe me, you will enjoy this job," Cain said as he forced a fake smile.

"When do I start?" He asked.

Both broth looked relieved. "Today. Go home and pack your bags," Alexander said, smiling and standing up to shake Jake's hands.

"One more question, how long is this job going to last?" He asked.

"Four to six months," Cain answered him.

To him that seemed normal so he didn't question it. He picked up the folder but only to take out the address, leaving the rest behind. He knew all he wanted to know the rest he would figure out along the way. "Alright then, guess I will see you when the job is over with," he said as he shook Alexander and his brother Cain.

Once he was gone Alexander turned to his brother Cain. "Don't you think we should have warned him about the girl."

"He will find out soon enough," Cain laughed as he said to his brother Alexander.

"What if he quits when he finds out?" Alexander asked, as he started sweating.

"Jake is a stubborn son of a bitch, he will stay on the job just to prove a point. Who knows, this just might be what he needs, someone to put him in his place, knock him down a peg or two. But I wouldn't mind being a fly on the way she meets her," Cain said, laughing again.

"I hope you're right about him staying, she has already chased away every other available bodyguard," Alexander said, rubbing his temple.

As soon as Jake walked out from the air-conditioned office and outside the California sun was beating down on him. His muscles ached and he started sweating, so he removed his jacket and his tie, undoing a couple of the buttons on his shirt. He walks over to his car, his pride and joy, a 1966 ford Thunderbird and takes off to his small apartment. There he packed his bags and made sure everything was turned off after packing his weapons and handcuffs.He looked around and shook his head, it really was a dump. He had on many occasions thought about using the money he inherited from his family estate to buy a better place, but he has sworn never to touch that money.

He left for his new job and found his way to Bruce mansion and let out a whistle when he saw it. It was something like out of a movie. The only way was through an electric gate which was guarded by two armed men. He sat in his car and waited while they walked over to him keeping his dark sunglasses on.

"State your business." The one man who looked like a giant and with his huge muscles bulging through the sleeves of his shirt, asked.

"I'm here to see Mr. Bruce, he is expecting me," Jake replied.

"Name," the giant asked, snapping at him, placing his hands on his gun.

"Jake joe," he answered, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel while the man looked at his clipboard.