Lahat ng Kabanata ng BLOOD AND DEVOTION : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

ISABELLA’S POV: Slowed breaths, deep silent breaths, I clutch my gun for what felt like the hundredth time and tried to calm my nerves. “Anything?” I say into the comms in my ear. “Nothing,” Miguel replies. Dammit, “this better not be a setup” I thought to myself. It's been nearly three hours since we set sights on the warehouse that has been allegedly stealing our merchandise, news came at the last minute from an unknown source that someone from the inside has been leaking information to our rivals for a little over two months now…absolutely unbelievable, my father would be rolling in his grave right now I'm sure. I crouch up a little and still see the same dim lights radiating from the warehouse with no movement or anything and my anger rises even more. I was tired and hungry and sleep deprived from the sleepless nights of planning this heist, if this ends up being a facade, I'm killing everyone. “Movement. 12 o’clock” Miguel whispers.We all ready our guns and move i

ISABELLA:I hated colours, I hated anything bright or abstract or wild that's why my entire wardrobe is filled with black. I stare at myself in the mirror for the upteenth time deliberating whether I should wear this gown or not because I know my mother would take my life if I showed up in trousers and a shirt. The gown wasn't bad, it was a skin tight lace gown that had a slit that went up to my thigh and had a really low back showing my back tattoo. I put my hair in a sleeck bun and pair the outfit with some Louis Vuitton heels and a small purse that can hold a knife that's the only accessory I need. I don't dress up and wear heels as much as I should but that doesn't stop me from having the latest designs. “You look…breathtaking” I hear Cara as I slowly walk down the stairs. “No look at you. You look like a princess” I tease her and laugh. We were polar opposites since birth, she's a bright, colorful, cheerful, has a successful career as an artist and nothing with the drug w

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,

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

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