Assassin And Bodyguard Novels & Stories

His stamina started to falter and flaws in his movements and defense became apparent. The assassin leader seized the chance to land a powerful punch on him which successfully rendered Tiger defenseless. Then, Tiger received more than a dozen punches all over his body. The overwhelming odds forced him to retreat. On the other hand, Bruce’s bodyguards had been killed, and the assassins and hitmen almost got to him. “Master Timberland! I’m here!” Tiger jumped over and held off the assassins and hitmen. He shouted at Sonia, “Ms. Timberland, bring Master Timberland away! I’ll hold them off!”

“I won’t hide behind you forever.” Kane’s thumb stroked once over his pulse point. “You’re not hiding. You’re letting me stand between you and the threat.” He stepped closer, crowding Sebastian against the cool glass. One hand braced beside Sebastian’s head, the other stayed at his throat. “Your body already knows this is where it belongs. Protected. Steady. Mine to guard.”

I reply, watching him serving a bit of everything he's made into my plate. "I see," he mutters, and as always he doesn't contradict. "But if you want to go out and do something you're free to go," I tell him, fully aware that he may need some alone time as well. He may be my bodyguard . . . Err . . . A lover now? What the fuck! No I don't want that name because it sounds as shady as fuck. I don't even know what we are and I don't care. I love being with him and that's it.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

Bianca Salvatore has spent her entire life learning one thing: never trust anyone. Raised in foster homes and shaped by a childhood she would rather forget, Bianca had built herself into what had become the nightmare of even the most powerful men in the underworld —a highly skilled, cold-blooded assassin with a reputation for never failing a contract. Then she is given the contract of a lifetime: kill Luca Vincenzo, the ruthless and untouchable leader of the most powerful mafia cartel in Boston. Luca is everything Bianca has been trained to kill—dangerous, calculating, wealthy, and seemingly impossible to kill. When Bianca's assassination attempt goes wrong, she finds herself at L

I threatened. He nodded immediately. “Of course, I will fully cooperate with you.” I led the way out while the two extra bodyguards stood by to get the footage. I still felt that the bodyguard wasn't the culprit. Why would he assassinate his boss in such an open place and then go ahead to carry the body down a hallway with a camera? As a bodyguard, the camera was the first thing he should have spotted. Unless he had walked in to find the body and didn't have time to think it through. He must have panicked and reacted.

Are they waiting for him to come back? Or are they watching me? The thought sends a shiver down my spine. No. No one, except Papa’s workers and men, knows who I am to him. But what if the assassin is someone we know? Someone who works for my Papa? Someone he trusts enough to have around me? Is that why he hired someone new to be my bodyguard? Someone who would have to work to gain his trust? Someone who doesn’t know anything about him or his business dealings?

The letters addressed to the assassins mysteriously disappeared from the pile too. The targets that he listed in the letter were his trusted business partners. After he had let them know of his plan, they were in on it and allowed him to use their name out of goodwill. Since he had long planned to confront the assassins, he diligently trained and kept his body fit and strong. He became good with guns and melee weapons. So, pretending to be a bodyguard was no issue for him.

Moreover, her white dress' shoulder step had come loose falling to the side, exposing her milky silk skin, absolutely flawless from there his eyes traveled to her well-defined collar bones almost calling out to him to leave hickeys and down ways to her provocative cleavage. Beautiful, was all he could think. "Thank you!" She chimed jumping out of his arms to stand on her own feet. He was disappointed at the loss but nonetheless he came back to earth from his trance. "My duty ma'am. My name is Alexander Rossi, I am the new personal bodyguard assigned to you, I'll be staying with you 24/7 as per orders" he said with a stone face. "Oh cool! I'll call you Alex is that alright ?" She asked with a

"Hey I told you to get dressed didn't I!" He snapped once again. For once, I'm delighted he's not behaving like a gentleman. I'll never admit this to his face but if it were any of my ex-bodyguards, I'd probably be dead by now. His timing was impeccable, if had come in a few seconds later, I would have attained orgasm but had a bullet in my skull. "Yes, you had amazing timing on that. It's not like the gunmen rained fire two seconds later!"