Bodyguard Season 2 Novels & Stories

I knocked on his door and to my surprise a woman with stark green eyes and long beautiful black hair opened the door. “Oh, hello” she smiled. She wore a long flimsy dress, the color similar to her eyes, and she stood barefoot leaning against the door. A red ruby necklace gleamed at her throat. “Miss,” I bowed, “I’m here to check on the Alpha. I’m his–” “Bodyguard I know,” she answered, “I saw you when you entered this Mansion.” She then opened the door wider, revealing the Alpha sitting shirtless on the bed, with white bandages wrapped around his back and chest. His arm had small cuts.

“Go. Stop her, if you can. I’ll be here, out of the way, finally useful instead of simply frightened.” We left him under increased guard, two of Victor’s most trusted men posted directly outside his door this time, no more relying on hospital security alone. The drive back to the mansion felt different than the one before it — no longer processing shock, now moving with the sharp, focused urgency of people who understood exactly how little time remained.

"See, you're smiling again. That's the effect of a professional bodyguard at work. And if you ever feel your trip is in any way going to be stressful, remember you have a bodyguard to have your back." A minute passed yet both of them were not willing to take their eyes off each other. Marcus then gave a nervous chuckle before turning his face away and so did Jane. "Well, Mr. Professional. Would you be professional enough to do your job and pack up my bag for the trip?" Jane teased, sliding out of the bed.

I replayed the scene again—unwillingly. The way she froze. The way her breath caught when I asked who she was talking to. That split second before she tried to recover. People didn’t freeze like that unless they were hiding something. I took a slow sip of the whiskey, the burn doing nothing to settle the irritation coiled tight in my chest. I had interrogated executives, ruined competitors, dismantled empires built by men twice my age without my pulse ever spiking like this. So why did a bodyguard—my bodyguard—have my nerves stretched thin?

“She’s into it. Trust me. I felt—” Giovanni gets in his face so fast that the guy chokes on his following sentence. “If you touch her again,” Giovanni growls, “you’re going to need a replacement face for the award show.” The popstar rolls his eyes. “Jesus. Bodyguards think they’re so tough.” “I don’t think,” Gio says, leaning closer. “I am.” Finn mutters something insulting, something about “glorified babysitters”, but Giovanni doesn’t flinch. He points down the hallway.

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. *****

If they would kill her if she was able to get out. Beth watched him leave with two bodyguards. She wasn’t sure if he was strong or if he liked having added protection. Part of her wanted to call Bobby since Ryan didn’t take her cell phone. She decided to head to her bedroom and dial his number and see if he could trace the phone number.

Rubbing my chest to calm my fast beating heart as I'm once again thrown into that day, my earlier nightmare about to turn into a reality. "Who is that?" I ask in panic. "The second in command of our rival mafia" He answered speeding up. I turn around to look out, he's right behind us, with a deranged smile on his face. He sees me and he waves. Gasping, i turn around. "How are we going to lose him?" I ask when Replacement bodyguard makes a sharp turn and he did too behind us. He tries to overtake us, hitting our car with his. "Do you trust me?" Replacement bodyguard ask

Bodyguard #1 looked at #2. [Hungarian] "They will let you leave without conflict," Selena spoke up. "They will honor my agreement with the Vizsla." The two men started backing out. The Vizsla was the Head of the nearest Black Hand Chapter - similar to an A****n Head of House. [Hungarian] "Take the body with you," I requested. They cautiously returned, grabbed Matthias under each arm and dragged him away. [Hungarian] "We will be in touch," the lead bodyguard stated. It wasn't meant to be a threat.

' 'Let's go. The two bodyguards are more powerful than each other. Kristen Oliver wanted to say more when she heard Yating's heart-wrenching cry from the door. With a thumped heart, Kristen Oliver turned and looked at Trisha Sylvie. 'Please, Woman.' 'It's nothing.' Trisha Sylvie came forward humming a ditty. When two bodyguards saw someone approaching, they immediately threatened them. 'If you don't leave again, don't blame us for being impolite.'