All Chapters of The S-Tier's Omega Bodyguard : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Awake

Kieran had been awake since four.Not because of the twins — though they'd been busy all night, pressing against his ribs like they were trying to rearrange furniture — but because the Sun City security plan had three gaps he didn't like and his brain refused to let him sleep until he'd patched all of them. He'd been lying in the dark at Maya's apartment running the Belmont Hotel floor plan in his head, reassigning the two-man perimeter team, moving the secondary exit coverage fifteen feet south to close the blind corner near the service entrance.By five he'd given up on sleep entirely. By six he had a revised plan printed and annotated. By seven he was dressed, had kept actual food down for the first time in four days — half a piece of toast, which Maya was treating like a personal victory — and was out the door with his gear bag and a thermos of weak tea that was the only thing his stomach would currently agree to.Nine weeks. He'd looked it up again last night at two in the morning

The Cocktail Reception: Power Plays

The Belmont ballroom smelled like champagne and money and the very specific anxiety that came from eighty-something powerful people pretending they weren't sizing each other up.Kieran had been in position near the east wall for two hours. His earpiece was feeding him quiet status checks every fifteen minutes exits clear, perimeter holding, no flagged faces in the crowd. He'd done two full sweeps of the room since the reception started and was midway through mentally running the morning's meeting logistics for the fourth time, because keeping his brain on logistics was the only thing that was successfully competing with the low, dull cramping that had been sitting in his abdomen since about six o'clock and was now, at half eight, starting to sharpen into something he couldn't fully ignore.He shifted his weight. Breathed through it. Kept his face neutral.Fine. He was fine. He just had to get through tonight and then the meeting tomorrow and then he could deal with everything his body

The Meeting: Crisis

He didn't sleep.The cramping had settled sometime around two in the morning to something he could breathe through, which was the best it got. He lay in the hotel room Maya had booked for him — she'd insisted, he'd argued for about forty seconds before giving up — with the lights off and one hand resting on his abdomen and catalogued what he knew.The pain was worse than it had been a week ago. Not dangerously worse, or at least he was telling himself not dangerously worse, but worse. The medications were doing less. Dr. Chen had warned him this could happen — that the rejected bond hormones and the pregnancy hormones were in a kind of war with each other and his body was the battlefield and at some point the medications would stop keeping the peace.He had a $2.3 billion meeting in seven hours.He took the maximum safe dose at four in the morning, chased it with the ginger tea from the little kettle on the hotel desk, and lay back down and stared at the ceiling until it was time to ge

Fractures

KIERANHe came back to consciousness the way you came back from deep water — slow, reluctant, the world arriving in pieces before the whole picture assembled itself. Ceiling tiles first. Then the specific smell of a hospital, that chemical-clean overlay that never quite covered the underneath of it. Then the sound of something beeping at a steady, indifferent rhythm somewhere to his left.Then the pain, which was still there but different — muted, wrapped in something pharmaceutical, existing at the distance of a thing being managed rather than a thing happening to him. He took stock of that without moving. Pain present, controlled. IV in his right arm. Monitor leads somewhere under the gown. The gown itself, which meant someone had changed him into it at some point, which was a thought he set aside to feel terrible about later.Dr. Chen was in the chair beside the bed.Not sitting in the way of someone waiting — sitting in the way of someone who'd been there long enough that the wait

The Weight of Two

Maya had slept in the chair.Kieran knew because when he woke at six-thirty in the morning she was in it with her head tipped against the wall at an angle that was going to make her neck hurt for two days and her shoes still on, which meant she'd sat down at some point in the night and just not gotten up again. There was a terrible vending machine coffee on the bedside table that had clearly been there long enough to be room temperature and a cardigan draped over the bed rail that was Maya's and was now over Kieran's feet because she'd put it there sometime in the night without waking him.He lay there for a few minutes watching her sleep and felt something that was too tired to be gratitude and too full to be nothing.Then she woke up, took in the angle of her own neck, said "oh that's bad" very quietly, and reached for the terrible coffee."It's cold," Kieran said."I know." She drank it anyway. "How do you feel?""Like someone replaced my insides with wet concrete." He pushed himsel

What He Knows

ELLIOTIt was two in the morning and Elliot was sitting at his desk at home with a glass of water he hadn't touched and a legal pad he'd been writing on for the last hour and a half.He didn't normally write things on paper. He had people for documentation, systems for information, assistants who organised his thoughts into action items before he'd fully finished having them. Paper was for other people. Paper was slower.Tonight he needed slower.The list had started as a timeline. It had become something else.He looked at it now, his own handwriting in the lamplight, and went through it the way he went through everything methodically, without flinching, because flinching didn't change the facts and the facts were what they were.The medical leave. Eight weeks ago. Four weeks out of office, Dr. Chen's name on the paperwork, specialist in omega reproductive health. He'd noted it and flagged it as unusual and told himself it was a coincidence of timing and known, on some level, that it

Discharge Conditions

KIERANDr. Chen discharged him on Thursday afternoon with a list of conditions that she read out in the flat, unhurried tone she used for things she expected to be argued with and had pre-emptively decided not to budge on.No sustained physical exertion. No proximity to the rejecting alpha for more than incidental contact and she used the word incidental like she knew exactly how much work Kieran had been doing to tell himself that six hours a day in the same building was incidental, and she wanted him to know that she knew. Weekly check-ins minimum. For every four hours of work, at least one hour of rest. Stress management, which she said with the careful neutrality of someone who understood that telling Kieran to manage his stress was roughly as useful as telling the weather to be reasonable, but said it anyway because it was medically correct.Kieran listened to all of it with the expression he used in briefings when the information was things he already knew and was going to compl

Marcus Escalates

Kieran heard about the bomb threat the same way he heard about most things these days through his laptop, cross-legged on Maya's couch, wearing a sweatshirt with a hole in the sleeve because he hadn't been to his own apartment in two weeks.Ryan called first. It was eleven in the morning on a Monday, four days after the hospital discharge, and Kieran had been three hours into a security audit of the Sun City project's vendor access logs when his phone lit up."There's been a threat at the tower," Ryan said, without preamble. He sounded steady but tight, the voice of someone holding it together through habit. "Bomb threat called in forty minutes ago. We've evacuated the building. Police are on site. I'm outside on Meridian Street.""Anyone hurt?"A pause that lasted one second too long. "I got caught in the stairwell during the evacuation. Crowd surge. I've got a broken arm, I think. Maybe just a bad sprain. I'm waiting on the paramedics now.""Okay." Kieran was already moving off the

The Journalist's Deadline

Jessica Chen called on a Wednesday.Kieran had been expecting it. Maya had bought him two weeks back in the hospital, and two weeks was up on Wednesday, and Jessica Chen was the kind of journalist who kept track of her own deadlines with the specific focus of someone who'd learned that extensions had a way of becoming permanent if you let them.He was at the kitchen table when the call came in, eating toast because it was the only thing that was reliably safe in the mornings now, and he let it ring once before picking up."You said two weeks," she said, without hello."I know.""The story goes to my editor Friday morning unless something changes." She wasn't aggressive about it. That was the thing about Jessica she wasn't cruel, she just had a job and a deadline and a clear-eyed view of what she needed to do. "I'm giving you a heads up because I said I would, not because I'm asking your permission.""I know that too." Kieran looked at his toast. "Can we meet first?"A short pause. "Wh

The Crack in the Wall

ELLIOTHe printed the reports out.That was the thing he didn't tell anyone. Every security report that came in from Kieran over the past three weeks the Sun City vendor assessments, the access log audits, the threat review he'd put together after the bomb scare Elliot printed them off and read them at his desk, and then read them again. Not because the information required two readings. Because they were Kieran's work and there was something in the way he wrote that told you exactly who he was if you knew how to read it. Clean sentences. Nothing wasted. Every gap in the data flagged, every assumption labelled as an assumption rather than a fact. Honest, the way good thinking was honest, whether or not the person writing it knew that's what it was showing.He had a stack of them in his desk drawer. He didn't look too closely at why he was keeping them.It was a Thursday when he drove to Maya's building. He told himself it was about the Marcus investigation there was a follow-up on the

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