Bodyguard 2 Novels & Stories

“Of course I do. You never let anyone forget.” Ethan watches, quiet. His presence is subtle but strong. I notice him watching me smile at Miriam. It makes something twist inside my chest. I push it down. Miriam bumps my shoulder lightly. “And Ethan here… you always travel with bodyguards now? Or is he your official grocery partner?” I freeze for a half-second. Ethan smirks faintly. Miriam notices it, raises an eyebrow. “He’s my… assistant,” I say quickly. “I mean, he helps with errands. That’s all.” He doesn’t contradict me. He just walks beside me, calm and steady.

Being her former bodyguard meant I still had the code. I typed it in: 210493. His birthday. Disgust rose in my throat. The fact that this place still had his prints all over it… If I had the right, I’d erase him from her life completely. Door clicked open. I stepped in, blood still boiling, when I heard the soft click of heels. Then I saw her. And everything else faded. She stood by the stairs… Wearing the gown I picked. Deep emerald green, draped across one shoulder, hugging every curve like a second skin.

“Good. No issues? Pryce can be… verbose.” “The exchange was brief and professional, sir,” Silas replied, his voice a model of neutral efficiency. He stood at ease, hands clasped loosely behind his back, the picture of the perfect, detached bodyguard. Only Leo, attuned to every micro-shift, saw the tension corded in his neck, the unnatural stillness in his shoulders.

“Of course. The first time was before, but now…I’ve seen it happen twice and I don’t see her bodyguard anywhere.” “And you didn’t think to point it out to your bodyguard?” I ask and she sighs. “Gio is nice. But he keeps his distance. Half the time, I don’t even know where he is.” “Like he wanders off?” I ask with my eyes wide. What the hell is going on with these bodyguards? They are supposed to be the best, yet one goes MIA while the other just doesn’t take care of their person they are supposed to protect? Shit, I couldn’t shake Maverick if I tried.

He said the last line with a bitter tone in his voice. I huffed, “Oh please! As if you care! For all I know you are waiting for something to happen to me so you can feel less guilty about being a terrible father.” His eyes shone with something I couldn't place. Was he hurt? Not possible! “Effective immediately you will be assigned a new bodyguard.” All traces of the look I thought I had seen were gone. Mr. “Greek god” stepped forward. Father never put men in my security detail except for my driver Kelvin. He only did that because Kelvin was ugly as hell.

No wait, looking more closely i realized it wasn't a flash drive but a code wallet. I exhaled sharply when i saw this. I have only saw code wallets in movies back at home but thanks to the TV though i was able to recognize it at once. Jerking me from my fantasy was a call from the airport. I frown deeply as confused line appear on my forehead. I answered the call slowly and immediately i heard the cold voice of a man. " You have my duffel bag... Right ? " The voice came, booming into my ear loudly and i barely nodded in response.

" oh no, Madam Eva, you're taking this so serious. We have got this all under control." She cleared her throat, subtly ignoring him and continued; " You need to understand that I have the Management and your career's best interest at heart. This is the second time we are being threatened with a law suit. We've been able to secure another shoot with the Designer on the 29th of October. I hope you'll make all necessary efforts to be there..." "Ofcourse Ma'am.. She will be." Romeo said grinning widely. Bria stood up with her bag hanging down from her left hand.

Aleya's Pov "Dad? Are you kidding me? You're going to give me another bodyguard again? And you're tired of the male bodyguards that's why hired now a woman as my bodyguard? Aren't you afraid that my new bodyguard will fall in love with me instead of protecting me?" "Don't worry, my son. I'm sure that this girl is different from those women who can't refuse your charm."

A few strands rested on her lap. —We've already found your weak spot.— Is that posture of a bodyguard? Laura looked directly at the gun I held at my side. I had completely lost focus with the arrival of that little being in my apartment. —You just forgot that I'm a singer now,— he said as he put the gun on the sideboard in the foyer. I held out my hand to her, which she returned with a wide smile. When she touched my wrist, I felt the muscles in her face contract, involuntarily. Laura looked at the bruises and her eyes instantly saddened.

I wished him that. Through all this distraction I forgot about my bodyguard’s eyes on me. They were still sticking onto my figure, following my every movement, no matter how small they were, he had everything in view. I sensed that his gaze maybe was even a bit too intense to be considered as normal for his position as “just” my bodyguard.