Adrien's Bodyguard Novels & Stories

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.

"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."

"That day, after you left, I saw that woman get up and leave the island on her own. She wasn't dead at all. Right now, she's probably hiding somewhere, watching the show. Don't let this fake corpse fool you!" I looked up in disbelief, unable to comprehend why the bodyguard would tell such a blatant lie. I had never even seen this person before, let alone on that day. Adrian, who was already on the brink of breaking down, froze. "What? Are you telling the truth?" The bodyguard nodded firmly. "I swear it. Not a single word is a lie." Adrian let out a bitter laugh. He wiped his tears away with his sleeve and pushed himself up from the ground.

The lighthearted feeling continued through the next morning. I even invited the bodyguards in for coffee, but they said they were good. I did learn their names, though. Tweedledee was Rodrigo Garcia, and Tweedledum was Mark Davis. I was packing up for Ethan’s class when my phone buzzed. It was Adrian. “I’m waiting for you outside. Don’t rush.” Followed by a smiley face. I smiled back and hurried outside, still adjusting my coat. When I saw him waiting for me, leaning casually against his car, I paused to take in the view.