Bodyguard 2 Novels & Stories

Ada captures the deep emotional hurt vibrating through my voice and says, "The entire emergency layout tracks as completely settled now. My boots are traveling down the trail to see your face this very instant." After the wireless connection ends, my hand lifts up to wipe the final tears away from my eyes. The bodyguard wants to offer some comfort to calm my spirit down, but his mouth ends up dropping a rough comment instead, "Mr. Lube isn't dead on the ice! My internal beast absolutely hates witnessing wolves cry and whine over basic security friction." My eyes look up at his face with watery vision, asking, "What specific reason explains why your frame wasn't worried that a lethal scenario

The helper answered. Jethro heard that and smiled, he was very pleased and expected Gemma's smile. Before entering the house Gemma was frantically struggling to escape the control of the two bodyguards, she could not escape them. The two bodyguards had to work very hard to keep Gemma from letting her escape and rush out of the car while on the road, they also didn't dare to hurt her if only she had a scar on her body. scratch If they are small, they are certainly not allowed to be healthy.

For half a second, the world seemed to hold its breath. Then the bodyguard moved. Zayden didn’t hesitate. The second shot rang out sharp and precise. The bodyguard went down with a strangled shout, his knee exploding under the impact as he crashed to the floor, clutching his leg, pain ripping the control from his face. Zayden crossed the room in three steps, gun trained steadily on him. “Don’t,” Zayden said flatly, as the man’s hand twitched toward his weapon. The bodyguard froze, gasping, sweat already beading at his temples.

"Wait, I don't understand. I assigned you two bodyguards who closely monitor and follow all your whereabouts and another five to guard you against any attack." "Huh? But two groups of bodyguards came last night, making a total of twelve if I counted them correctly." Mandy was confused. If the second group of bodyguards was not sent by her dad, who would do it? It was not Marco as well, since he was shocked when the bodyguards came out of nowhere. She suddenly thought of Andrew. 'No, it's impossible.' She didn't entertain the idea. "Mandy, don't you think it was--" Mandy didn't let her dad utter the name of the person he was about to say. She already knew who it was, so she quickly interrupte

Her face heated when the memory flashed in her mind. “Good morning, Mr Lopes. My name is Isaiah Wilson, part-owner of Global Security, and this is Palmer Burris. He’ll be one of the bodyguards charged to protect your daughter.” Palmer gave a curt nod; his hands clasped behind him. Hearing the news that Palmer–the man she had earth shattering sex with last night–was now her bodyguard, Natalie’s knees nearly buckled under her. She faltered to the nearest lounge sofa and plunked down. Her eyes finding refuge in the scene of high-rise buildings, their windows reflecting the morning sun.

said the bodyguard in black coldly. Hand over what? XXX

The two Bodyguard turn back immediately on hearing the gun shoot but it was too late for them as well as she shoot them by the hands And gripped hold of her clothes then run away. With his running shattering Palm which was bringing out lots of blood,he use his other hands to pick his phone as he raise an alarm before passing out. *****

He follows my gaze. “Oh,” he says. “Ohhhhh. Okay. Damn.” I grunt, exhausted. “…but also,” he says, eyes suddenly lighting up, “what job? Who hired you? Are they hot? Are they rich? Oh my God, is this a mafia thing? Did you take another mafia job? I swear to God, Gio, if you drag us all back into crime—” “It’s a private-bodyguard contract.” Matteo’s eyes go round. “For who?”

“If we’d gone home, the kid and his dad might have died.” It didn't happen often, but I had to admit it when it did. I was in the wrong. “Yeah… I guess.” I looked down. “But my number one priority as a bodyguard is to protect you. Not play Superman as you said.” I snorted at my failed attempt at humour. “I should have gotten you out of here and left it at that, but…” A muscle ticked in my jaw. Neo waited patiently for me to finish. Even with his hair sticking up in all directions and dirt smearing his white pants from when I’d pushed him into the ground, he looked breathtaking.