Adrien's Bodyguard Novels & Stories

But now he was here, standing like a statue, not minding any childish behaviour of them. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to Adler, Franklyn's expressions had dropped considerably at the mention of Arthur's name. Braylon's eyes turned concerned. He doubted since Adler never liked to bring the bodyguard with him, out of his territory. Finally, Adler let out a heavy sigh, which seemed dramatic to others. "Arthur is my bodyguard," he confessed, his voice crystal clear. "His life is bound to mine for eternity, apparently." Gasps of surprise rippled through the room; Revilla found it extremely uncomfortable since they had never seen one like this.

He showed Adrian a picture. “Edison West. Famously known as Ed.” He paused as if to get Adrian's reaction. “Mr. Richard Gallagher's personal bodyguard.” Adrian's eyes flew wide. "What?" He looked closely at the picture. Arabella was standing with Ed in front of the car. Adrian's fist tightened around the phone. "Arabella Greene, what are you up to?"

He said and offered his hand which I take, I followed his hand and my mouth fell when I saw who he was referring as a trusted person. My heart beat on its rapid phase, even my breath, I looked at the guy who’s in front of me. Like last night, his eyes are still cold, emotionless, and serious, there’s nothing new, like a carbon copy of his face when I tried to introduced myself last night. “Liana, meet Phoenix Adler, your bodyguard.” He spoke. Oh crap, you must have been kidding me right now. What the fudge!

He was drenched in his own blood. Adriana gasped, but she couldn't look away. The opposite side of the same tinted car, the two bodyguards got out from, opened again. Adriana could only see his back features. He had a broad back and he was really tall, he had jet black hair too. He walked round the car, to where the bodyguards held up the half dead man.

"He won’t. We’re off grid. Completely. Even Leo wouldn’t be able to track you here." "Who’s Leo?" "His personal bodyguard. Ex-military. Dangerous, but loyal." Clara raised an eyebrow. "You sound like you admire him." "I admire anyone who can follow orders without asking questions. Makes them predictable." She took a bite of pancake. "So, predictability is the new currency of trust?" "In this world? Absolutely." They ate in silence for a moment. Then Clara looked up. "Adrian, what now?" He glanced at her. "Now, we make you disappear."

Her brows lifted the moment she saw me then shot up even higher when she spotted the gunman beside me. “Oh, hell no,” she muttered. I pushed past her, and went inside, “Don’t ask.” “You showed up with a freaking bodyguard, Maddie. What, you gonna have him shoot us?” Nina snapped. “No, of course not,” I said as I turned to look at her. “He’s Adriano’s. He follows me everywhere.” Her eyes narrowed. She shut the door, locked it, then pulled the deadbolt. We both stood there in her too-small kitchen, her walls thin enough to hear a baby crying in the unit next door.

Adrien said, using his fingers to massage his forehead, probably to alleviate stress. Smith had already called two bodyguards over, whipped Adler up, and carried him out of Adrien's office. “So, which partnership was he talking about?” I asked as I stood up from my seat and walked towards where Adrien sat. I wanted to help him alleviate his stress by giving him a head massage, but before my fingers could touch his head, he blocked it. “Why are you so concerned about your ex-husband's business?” He asked with a chilly voice; it has been quite a while since Adrien used such a tone on me.

“No,” I admit. “I’m just waiting for the time he tells me to put you on the phone. He’s going to test me, and he’s going to test you, too.” He sighs again, looking away from me, toward the window. “Do you have any idea the kind of man he is? I mean, really?” “He’s rich, and he has a lot of bodyguards and stuff like that.” “Yeah. He needs bodyguards. Do you think…” He closes his eyes for a second before opening them again. “Do you think he does that because he’s paranoid or because there’s a reason for it?”

"For what I'm about to tell you." "Adrian, you're scaring me—" "Good." He moved closer. "You should be scared. Because I'm about to make something very clear." "I don't understand—" "Your bodyguard." His voice was flat. "Your mate. He's currently in the dungeons. And he's not having a pleasant time." My blood ran cold. "What?" "I had some of my men pay him a visit before he could leave. Teach him a lesson about touching things that don't belong to him."

Two men in dark suits appeared almost instantly. “Escort him out,” Adrian said without looking away. “Make sure he doesn’t come back.” “Sir…..” the man started, but one sharp glance shut him up. He was grabbed by the arms and dragged toward the exit, his protests echoing through the vast space. I only get pity for the man. Rumours of how cruel his bodyguards were speard beyond the city to anyone who listened to his stories. Adrian didn’t move until the sound faded. Then he turned to me.