Bodyguard 2 Novels & Stories

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.

“Do you idiots plan on leaving my precious necklaces?!” The second bodyguard, clearly not wanting to risk another earful, dashed back in, scooping up the necklaces while Sasha, Mom, and I stood there, watching the ridiculous drama unfold. Sasha, never one to waste an opportunity, bent down and gathered up the torn pieces of the agreement, shoving them into the briefcase. The bodyguard shot her a glare, but he wasn’t about to challenge her either. He snapped the briefcase shut and hightailed it out of the room as if the devil himself were chasing him.

A man completed clothed in black not even showing his eyes, just two small circle is there for seeing, he jumped to first floor balcony like he is trained for this, with just single sweep two bodyguard lay on ground in a mere second. With second jump he is now on second floor’s balcony which connect master bedroom he lightly opens glass door and looked at the man lying on bed deep in sleep with small steps man in black make his way to the man. when the man on bed opens his eyes suddenly. Election day “Where the hell that brat go, what you guys with this bugling body doing their” Ford smashed everything in living room whatever he can all the bodyguards keeling in front some of them were bleed

Sharren's smooth back was visible for a moment as the straps of her clothes fell off. "Let me go." Sharren struggled and pleaded then looked at Jack. Jack looked at the young woman in front of him, so pale as if lifeless. Sharren's eyes were so blank when they met Jack's. As if there was no zest for life that radiated from the glare of Sharren's two wispy beads. Her face was pale and her hair was not neatly arranged, making Sharren look so innocent. Unable to say anything, Jack just stared at the young woman who looked very pitiful. Just a moment ago, the bodyguard who used to guard Sharren came out of the room. The big man followed the nurse who had also gone to call the doctor. However, se

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.

Because of their brave hearts to protect and serve the country to keep the safety of the nation's citizen. But the woman in sunglasses behind them was not impressed to see the two men blocking her path. She looked displeased and a bodyguard with a crew cut walked over. He said while placing a hand on Jate's shoulder. "Hey brat, you and this crippled are in Mr. Lawson's was!" With a gleam of his eyes, Jate demonstrated a perfect shoulder throw. 'bang!' The 200-pound bodyguard was instantly thrown to the ground and writhing in pain. The woman in sunglasses was a rising celebrity, Helen Lawson.

The nurse stopped on her tracks and used her two hands to block her ears as she shudder in fear. Two men rushed in, smartly dressed up in suits startling James and the attending nurse. "And who are you?" James asked the moment he regained composure. "We are your new bodyguards." The bodyguard with a broader shoulder replied. "From Arthur, right?" "Yes." The bodyguards replied in unison. "That makes it easier, call him and tell him to come straight away." The two bodyguards exchanged quick looks. "What happened here?" The second bodyguard asked after taking a good look at the mess that had been made.

a voice yelled and pulled me before I was run over by the car. I stumbled to the ground, my head resting on chest of this strange figure. When I raised my head to him, I was met with a set of dangerous blue eyes staring back at me. Short brown hair, tight jaw and a bit of a mustache, he was gorgeous. I had no idea men like this could be bodyguards, he would excel more if he were a model. He gently pulled me off the ground, and before I knew it, I was spun around. The sound of a gunshot flew past my ears, blood splattered on my face.

bodyguard was actually a killer from the Northshore? This arrangement wasn't in my best interest, and I didn't think I’d wait around to see how it played out. *“No, I’m not doing it. We should leave,”* I thought. Nala protested, whining at the idea of leaving our mate, but I could tell she understood the danger. My gaze drifted back to Dante as he knocked down a king He walked over to the desk and pressed his intercom. “Bret... have you and the guys come meet me in my office.”