Adrien's Bodyguard Novels & Stories

A good shower and heavy breakfast is all I need. Patrick is already gone when I return from the bathroom. No surprise here; coming and going like the wind is his style lately. I change and head straight downstairs, hoping that Butler Lucas has had the cook prepare something decent to cure this damn hangover. Reaching the kitchen door, I suddenly hold my steps at the sight of my bodyguard standing near the fridge, uncapping the bottle of drinking water after a seemingly intense workout he's just finished. The sweat smears his skin, his curly hair drenched, the muscles of his strong biceps rippling tensely, and that sexy Adam's apple tips as the water slides in his throat. My breath quickens.

When we arrived, I stepped out of the car and instantly spotted Vivienne and Luke waiting by the outdoor patio. “Rora!” Viv squealed, running toward me. We hugged tightly, and Luke gave me a friendly side-hug. “I’ve missed this,” I grinned. But their eyes drifted to the tall figure behind me. “Who’s the guy?” Luke asked, raising an eyebrow. “My bodyguard,” I said dryly. “This is Adrian.” Vivienne blinked, then smiled mischievously. “Wow, he’s hot. Like, serious movie-star hot.” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t encourage him.”

The black SUV came to a slow stop on the gravel driveway, dust curling up in the early evening air. Adrian watched from his bedroom window, one leg tucked under him, the other bare and stretched toward the glass, his phone forgotten in his lap. His lips curled. The new bodyguard had arrived. The fourth in six months. He rose slowly, letting the robe slip lower on his shoulder as he made his way downstairs. He didn’t care who his father had sent this time. They all left eventually, tired of being babysitters or tempted by things they shouldn’t want.

Grigory had no idea why he would ask such question, he did not think Anton would notice Alexander so soon. “The man is Alexander, he’s Ana’s personal bodyguard.” He had wished the answer would satisfy Anton, but he should have known that the man would want to know much more. “Is he Russian too? The two of them appear to be very close.” That statement alone was enough for Grigory to understand what was going on in the mind of the powerful man before him. He took a deep breath and continued.

His meditation was interrupted when he became conscious of Marco's presence. "Bellisimo, isn't it?" Marco Said. Lorenzo remained still, eyes still gazed on the water fountain. "I hear Bria Leone, the only daughter of the Leone family is a psychopath. The whole family is a crazy and heavily protected one. One doesn't get in as an intruder and leave there alive or sane. I wonder why father sent you on this deadly mission. If you ever need help, I'm always close by. Cover your tracks, arrange a place for you in Vienna, you'll get to leave happily and be free from the shackles of guilt the Mafia has placed on you. It can always be our little secret ...... brother"

Adrian "Mr. Chase contacted me. He asked that we send a bodyguard—one to keep his daughter safe. I need you to send one of the guys from Seattle. My men are all occupied," Aaron said as we stepped into his study, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I don’t think I have any men free. The one left is the scariest of them all. He’s the guy for VIP jobs, and Chase isn’t a VIP member, is he?" I asked, glancing at Aaron, who gave me a pointed look.

That meant I had to start from scratch. The Rogue huffed. "This looks like a deal with all the mess and none of the benefits." "You can have... one benefit," Adrian said, shrugging. In addition to the tasks I will be giving you, I will assign you as my wife's personal bodyguard." I flicked my gaze to the Rogue, and my heart dropped when I saw him smirking. This was a farce. It didn't matter that Adrian hadn't explicitly given me to him. His being my personal bodyguard would provide him ample opportunity to do whatever he wanted.

he yelled, shoving her behind a fallen pillar just as another barrage rained from the eastern corridor. But Elena barely heard him. Her heart was pounding with one name. Adrien. He was out there somewhere. In this storm. In this hell. --- Adrien arrived like a shadow risen from the grave. The gates were still under fire when his car screeched to a stop. He stepped out before the wheels even stilled, black coat whipping behind him, gun already loaded. The guards froze at the sight of him. His expression was empty. Not angry. Not panicked. Just… cold.

ADRIAN "Let's go, Chase. I'm ready to go now. Why are we just standing around?" Meghan grabbed Chase's hand and urged him to get in the car. I looked at the big man who was glaring at me. "Who's your new friend?" "This is Bronson, my bodyguard," Chase said without blinking. A bodyguard? Is this guy serious? "What do you need a bodyguard for? Can't protect Maggie by yourself?" I said in a mocking tone.

Only weak. She watched as the two men engaged in hand combat, Adrian was determined to save her even though he didn't know her much. He hated the fact that Cia was being abused and he couldn't ignore that. He was a trained bodyguard so he was stronger than Jake. Jake was an ex-convict and he only trained when he was in prison. Adrian gave him a few punches and he didn't get a chance to retaliate. The last hit sent him to the floor. After that, Adrian picked his gun. He then went to meet Cia. "Are you alright?" He asked her. Adrian helped Cia to stand up.