I covered my ears, my head and every part of my body I could get my hands on, Genuinely squeezing firmly biting on my teeth and trying hard not to scream. Two assaults in one week,were they attempting to win a damn award? Seconds later,the thugs all stopped,they paused and froze, I wanted to peep but shot myself down in panic, it was just silent,no gunshots,no whispers,no nothing, I stayed on the ground too terrified to move my head. It may be a trap.
"Tracy, come out, come out wherever ever you are." One my assailants stated in a singing voice, I knew that he may have blasted my head out at the first glimpse. No doubt I was afraid to my bones. One of the goons could shoot to kill and that would be the end of Tracy scott.
My bodyguard might have been dead now.Not might. He was dead, otherwise I wouldn't be shivering like a dead cat.He probably took out a number of them before he was shot, but it seemed I knew he wouldn't live up to a month. Pathetic. Come to think of it am Tracy scott who would want to shoot me dead when I am a walking bank. My dad would pay any price for me. There's no way he's foolish enough to murder me or was he.?
I appreciated my selections and considered each of them carefully. After a few more seconds, I'm confident surrendering is the best choice. I slowly come out with my hands high up in the air and face the scumbags "Nice girl…. Come closer." He murmured with a mischievous smirk scanning my whole body. He'd calculate how much he would demand as ransom. Choosing to do something for once. I devised a strategy in my thoughts with forty percent possibility of failure I absolutely had to try.
He let his guard down, gazed at me, I used that moment to kick his lower parts. Adrenaline raced through us both, he recoiled in agony, collapsed to the ground as I kicked his pistol away."You bitch!" He cursed. I'm fast to react, throwing numerous blows at him. The best I could have given with shaky hands and shaking feet. It was a miracle that I didn't drop to the floor. I heard the sirens arriving, but he' unconscious already. I must have struck him hard.
"Where's my daughter?" I heard my dad's stern voice from afar. Speak of the devil.
"Dad," I whispered lovingly. He ran towards me, pulled me into his arms."Are you hurt? Did they touch you or something? " His questions forced me to touch my temples. I adore my dad, but sincerely, he's a touch too overprotective.
I was his only daughter, yet I could live a little. Moreover, I manage myself better than most people."No dad, I'm alright. Your previous bodyguard was inept. That got him dead. " I spat out with no remorse. All my words were nothing but the truth, if he had the slightest training,he would still be standing here all they cared about was the money forgetting how risky the job was. "That's okay, I'll get you a more experience and a better bodyguard."
My dad's suggestions made me frown. I just explained how the last one was, almost getting me killed, getting himself killed and his first thought was another one. I am going to wake up with a migraine for sure.
"Dad, I took him on alone. I took care of myself. " I whined, hating the idea that he was buying me yet another one. I'd got to complain on this one. I'd listened and obeyed all his directions, but I did not want another bodyguard."You're my diamond. I thought you self defense, you are to use it in only rare cases. I'm getting you a bodyguard and last. that's "He says making me moan.We have that in common. We're both extremely obstinate. If my dad stated it was last, it was final. Thus, I needed a plan to get rid of my new bodyguards. Any means possible. "Let's get home you need lots of rest I'll have my men get on it as soon as possible .By any luck,you'll meet him tomorrow."
He said making me snort just twenty-four hours we'd just seen how much he lasts. Now I wanted an attack so they would kill this new bodyguard so my dad will fully understand that am a grown woman not a kid.
On the way back home, I thought to myself about who I am? What did I? What have I done? All I received were a blank answer. Thus far, my life had been bleak,but I had a sense that was about to change, one way or another. I was Tracy Scott, twenty-two years old. I was a model, but that was not what made me interesting. It was the fact that my dad was a business tycoon. He has stores built everywhere throughout the globe. He seemed impenetrable, so everyone took advantage of the fact that he loved me.
I began to grasp that I'd been living my life via my dad. It felt like much of the excitement I had was because of him.Most of my contracts were a result of his influence. I'd never really done anything for myself.When I was eight, my mom and I were abducted. She offered her life to me and I observed it. It explains why my dad treated me like an egg. He was merely frightened of losing me like his wife just like I'm frightened of losing someone I love and care about which was why my love life was also bleak. Following that, I swore myself I would never be defenseless again. My dad felt the necessity for a bodyguard, so he forced me and acquired one while I opposed it.
Every time, they either got murdered or ended up dead and five out of ten times, I had to make use of my lessons,but still, dad dearest sent men to watch after me. Regrettably, none of them was competent and this new one would be no different.
The following day, a workday meaning I had nothing to do unless I received a call. I turned over on my king-sized bed,hitting the stop button on my alarm clock, and got out of bed. The clock read eight am and I felt wonderful.
My mood dropped as I remembered my new bodyguard would be coming today. He'd follow me everywhere, so I may as well enjoy my independence as it lasted. I did not bother to change my attire, I Simply brushed my teeth and headed downstairs for breakfast. Right then, something attracted my attention, which was incredibly rare. Nothing Ever captured my attention, I was left dumbstruck, frozen in my movements at the sight in front of me, and believe me,it was a sight to see. How could I even begin to convey how magnificent this creature was.
Sure, beast. Hard to believe he was human.My eyes are on his abs. He had clothes still, although they were visible and as I Moved upwards to his face, omg murder me. My legs felt wobbly, for the first time a guy caught my attention. Hey, it had been a while."Who are you?" I managed to ask, forcing my eyes to turn away. I had to keep up the strict, disdainful attitude. "The new bodyguard." He started simply making me smirk. Yeah, Christmas came bloody early."Maybe this isn't horrible after all... " I thought to myself, swept my eyes over his physique. I had a feeling this was different.I didn't know how or why it might just be a silly hunch. Not only that, but I would just have to wait and find out.
I shifted gazes and by that, I meant selecting on what portion of his body to focus at. His bulging abs or his wonderfully shaped face, plump full wet slips and oh my as I look a little farther lower, I think maybe I may just get an outline of his dick, what am I even thinking picturing insane things like that. I genuinely need to rest my head, he's my bodyguard, there should be professional limits. Beginning today, I'm going to not think about him. "Morning Sir." He welcomed showing civility and even his voice was heated. It's Enough to snap me out of my crazy ideas. Thankfully, I didn't get to finish that statement in my head,because otherwise I wouldn't be able to stop my imaginations from running wild all morning. I have to admit, he is beautiful. He had this careless vibe surrounding him that's making me lose my willpower. That fascinated me. I'm usually rigid, harsh yet he's making me fumble without so much as a dialogue. "Get it together Tracy You do neither want nor ne
He must have felt fairly good about himself,gloating on how much he managed to get under my skin in such a short length of time. Maybe he investigated me and found out a handful of things. He believed he's different. I'd establish that he's badly misguided. No one got to play me that way, much less a pisky bodyguard who had a life span less than a bug. The nerve of the idiot. I did not care what I had to do, I'd find a cause to get rid of him. like he heard my thoughts he opened the vehicle door for me to get in, behaved like a gentleman. I resisted the impulse to call him out for it, saying he's treated me like a kid it would simply be ridiculous. Childish even and I needed serious therapy. I forced a crazy smark and got in. Antony stepped into the driver's seat and began the engine. I hesitated and waited for his next move. The tiniest mistake made by him would be my opportunity. Where to ma'am?" He addressed me appropriately once again, wasting another excellent chance. L ch
I yelled in a high-pitched voice mimicking one that was in agony yet I was in none. I clutched to the duvet in just my bra underneath. It dawned on me that the duvet wasn't bulletproof. One-shot on target and they got me. "Stop shouting!" He snapped, ordering me to remain shut. I nearly allowed myself to jubilate for a tiny response from him. Almost, I was not that foolish. Try to get out of here alive, jubilate afterwards. "I'm typically worth more to them alive. Why is someone trying to kill me!" I yelled out loud. They fired a couple more rounds and I had to clench my lips tight so I wouldn't scream. Glass was being shattered, it appeared we were encircled. "Is Ryder okay?" I questioned, worried as the bullet nearly missed him. I knew I was not concerned about his life as much as the controversy his death would cause. Call me a hypocrite but I had to say the truth. Firstly everyone would know of what we've been doing over the last several months, it would damage my image as w
He got up from his chair and took a deep breath. Ikept my gaze on him. He had better start talking or I swear I was going to move out of his house. I listened to him, I never complained. I did a little but still listened and all these while, he still treated me like a damn child. I'm frigging for twenty-two. I inhaled a sharp breath. He was testing my patience and I was going to blow up soon. Very soon.``I was able to snag a business deal. I had no idea some very powerful people wanted it and now they want me to hand it over." He blurted out. I tilted my head backwards in outright shock. Armed men, guns and danger just for a business deal. The life of his daughter just for money. He placed such little value on my life and he was my father. If he acted like this how would others who barely know me act?"So hand it over dad," I whispered, forcing my emotions right back down. This was why I never opened up to anyone. I acted cold for this singularreason. Even my father did not care
I strode to the car full of fake smiles. My emotions were fairly under control that explains why I was not crying. Sadly, shopping was just a distraction. It's my only distraction whenever something happens although right now, the only thing I wanted was to get into my tub then cry until I felt nothing. I cried until my eyes got swollen, my mouth felt sore, limbs would be weak and my heart, mind, soul and body were numb. I can't do that, I had appearances to be kept up. I needed to keep up the bossy-bitch attitude and suckit up. "Took you long enough." I fired at him on sighting in. I'm glad he arrived just in time. A second more and I might let a tear or two seep out.The moment he stepped into the car, I scoffed at him pushing his buttons."I was talking to your father." His tone is hard,professional, cold, zero emotions. His words annoyed me in ways I cannot explain. He also mentioned the man who caused everything. I refused to call him my father. "Alright, whatever. We're
took his towel off and changed into a skin-tightgown showing all my curves before handing it over to the maids as he requested. I settled down, reduced my impulsive attitude and took the time to plan my next action. My face was reflected in the mirror as I appliedmakeup. I did not like too much of it so I justbrightened my face. Then, I grabbed my phone, my purse and left the room. My heels clicked on the tiles with every step I took. My dad stood in the middle of the living room watching me like a hawk. His lips twitched a few times. He tried to speak but no words formed. Finally, he overcame his trance and decided to talk to his daughter. "Tracyl, are you going out today? After everything that happened yesterday. Don't you think it's wise to stay home and rest? The maids will get you anything you want. Just ask darling but please don't go out." Unlike before, he didn't try to force anything on me. His tone was pleading and his lips were begging me to stay back home.
I was squealed in extreme happiness. Never in my life had I been so happy to see a maid. I could just hug her now. I won't, but I wanted to show her how much this meant to me.Then, From the corner of my eye, I noticed the looks she gave us before settling the towel. Her stay lingered on more than it should and my gratitude turned to annoyance. She knew her place in the house. My actions were none of her concern, yetshe's keen on poking her nose where it does notconcern her. I was sure the other maids were going to have a long day discussing Antony and me. I gave her one last cold look before she shut the door. Focusing on Antony , I noticed his downcast look. His smile, a hundred per cent fake. My dad taught me how to notice things, so I became very good at it. For a second there, we got close. He was not protective, and he opened up to me. Was he enjoying spending time with me so much that he forgot his wife? was still a bit perplexed. "What wife?" The words he uttered m
I could be very patient when I wanted to. Today, Antony made me into a very calm, gentle and patient person. I'd show him who was boss. Me not him. Tracy Scott would show him just how fierce I could be. He ain't seen nothing yet.After a few hours, I got tired of standing outside but wouldn't cave nor relent. I went downstairs for a glass of water, gulped it down feeling refreshed then returned back to waiting. When I reached his room, I had to lay on his bed and nearly dozed off. I shut my eyes but I was well aware of the happenings in my surroundings. As tired as I was, I would not cave in. Antony cannot win! I get what I want! No matter what! I will not fall asleep.Eventually, he came out, and I got what I wanted. Just like always. We exchanged words and I proved my stance. We were going to the mall regardless of what happened or what would happen. I brought him down and left him tired with no other option than to give in. I won. "I was waiting for your wife to call." I bit m