Bodyguard Season 2 Novels & Stories

Bodyguard 2 reprimanded him "Moussaieff Diamond in red. The shield in red. Not just Ruby." The automobile came to a complete halt. The bodyguards 1 and 2 in the front stepped out of the car and took Edgar into the club. Ace got out of the car to answer a phone call. I kept staring at Bernie for what he had done. "What are you staring at me for?" Bernie inquired. I turned away from him, slumped back in my seat, and avoided looking at him. They returned after a while and chatted to Ace. "They won't let you into the staff room. They claim it's an all-girls staff room..."

The bodyguard looked puzzled and replied, "Sir, you didn't give any order to not let the madam out." He said, scratching his head in confusion. Trey's frustration was mounting. "Where did she go?" he asked, hoping to find some answers. The bodyguard hesitated for a moment and then started to answer, "She didn't sa..." But then he was interrupted by a ringing sound coming from his earpiece. "Excuse me, sir," the guard said and answered the call. Trey realized he didn't have his phone. He had left it at his study. However, after a brief conversation, he noticed the bodyguard's expression changed. The bodyguard turned and reported to him.

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

Cheryl was getting better.She was very stable and awaiting the go-ahead to be discharged by the doctor.She was tired of just sitting in her room.She wanted to go out and take a walk.She stood up slowly and walked to the door.Hopefully her mum wouldn't be around to scold her or stop.She opened the door slowly and was shocked to find three very huge men outside.She was confused."Uuumh excuse me?"she said politely just as Winter arrived."Yes ma'am,"one of the guy said."Who are you?"she asked."We're your bodyguards ma'am.I am Richa..."he was saying."My what?!!"she asked shocked."Whats going on?"Winter asked."I think you have the wrong room maybe,"she said to them."Miss Jones,right?"the bodyguard

The body guard walked silently to the balcony main door and peeped out but saw no one. He took a step out to the balcony and searched again and he sighted a shadow but before he could react , he heard a bang and he lost consciousness. The assassin expertly knocked him down with the handle of his gun before he could react or make any sound to alert his fellow bodyguard. The second bodyguard noticed that the first bodyguard was taking too long on his search. " What's going on? Why isn't he coming back? Or is he enjoying the view there?" He wondered and continued waiting .

These two were no ordinary bodyguards. Aware of the weird bodyguard's watchful eyes on her every action. Ava smiled as she took out her cell phone from her pause and hurriedly typed a SOS to Andy, praying he would not be too busy with work to see it. As she sent the message and made to return the phone to her purse. Ava gasped as the same bodyguard who had been watching her all along approached her and snatched the purse away from her. Unlike Ava, he was well trained and knew when a person had caught on to their plans.. just like now, this woman, whoever she was, had successfully dragged herself into the Sander's family mess by showing up at the wrong time.

I hissed. “Oh but we can.” Gabriel grinned. I turned to Gatsby, waiting for her to tell me this is a fucking dream and I need to wake up. But she just shook her head and looked the other way. Fuck. This is as real as my depression. “We've already hired your bodyguard.” Gabriel added, replacing his grin with his usual unreadable look. “He's an Ex-Navy SEAL, has top-notch recommendations, and is experienced with guarding high-profile personalities. He’s a sought-after professional and the perfect fit for this job.”

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.

“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.

“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.