Chapter Seven: Who Are You Running From?

Christopher's POV

"Who is the brunette?"

Both of turned out heads to look at the French royal in the back seat. It's not my first time being a chauffeur to some royal. I have done that in my efforts to get away from the Major. Everytime he has sent a bodyguard to do a job in another country, I take their place. It's a amazing what a little blackmail can do. I'll go anywhere even to Timbuktu just to run away from the Major. All this just to get away from my father. He's a bully! But this time, I'm not the Royal's bodyguard or chauffeur. He's Frank's friend. He ditched his bodyguards earlier in the day and we have been tourists since then.

"Which one?" Frank inquired.

It better not be Marianna. Men are preying on her innocence. There's a measure of naivety in her brown eyes. It's like someone seeing the world for the first time after being sheltered all her life. She