De Guardaespaldas Novels & Stories

Daniel’s POV “Marquez, how’s Senator Intal?” I asked a police officer about my coworker. I whispered to him. “Still alive?” We’ve reached the headquarters. While my team and I were walking to our office, I met the group from the other team in charge of the influential people. They give them security, especially when they’re in the national constitution. Government-employed security guards protect senators and members of Congress. Some are from the AFP (Armed Forces of the Philippines), while others are from the police.

Reinaldo “Weapons,” the famiglia guard said, standing by the elevator in the parking garage. Begrudgingly, I handed over my gun and two knives. I still had one blade strapped to my ankle in case of emergency. Thankfully, the guard was too busy gathering Diego’s and Felipe’s guns to question my honesty. It wasn’t a matter of being truthful, simply deceitful through omission.

Isabel said, if she can get rid of this bad breath, she doesn't mind treating Esteban better. "No." Esteban said, if it was someone else, Esteban could do it, but he couldn't do that to his mother. Isabel smiled scornfully and said, "I thought you could, you couldn't do this trivial thing, and you still boasted in front of me." "Esteban, do you know this person?" Anna asked suspiciously. Esteban nodded and said, “He will bring twelve bodyguards when he travels, and these bodyguards are all retired special purpose experts, so they are not something ordinary people can provoke.”

Adam sneered back before swallowing greedily the whole glass. Martin didn't say anything anymore. However, his silence evoked danger. He was outlining something in his mind. Then he suddenly spilled out. "Wanna know where he is? Find Franco Gonzales!" "Franco Gonzalez? Divina's bodyguard?!" Adam and I both questioned with wide stares targeted directly at him. "Yeah! Don't you both know? He was also an AO member. The youngest before that gang collapsed!"

, asked Iridessa. “Yes”, Adolfo replied. “Keep an eye on them”, said Iridessa. “Are they traitors?”, asked Adolfo. “We have not verified yet”, said Iridessa. “So, here is the plan”, said Iridessa. “Let us move separately”, she added. “Kolafo and Ellie will guard the main entrance”, said Iridessa. “Antonio and Kiara will guard the whole area”, she continued. “While you and me will kept our eyes on our perspective enemies”, uttered Iridessa.

𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆, 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔

“The least I could do is be a little grateful.” Selena shook her head again but didn’t say anything. Government missions were always high-risk jobs, but as Abhay had pointed out, they pay a hefty sum for it. Like retrieving all data stored inside the computer of a multinational company that the government suspected of dealing in illegal arms trade. That was the extent of their assignment. When it came to protecting big names, it was Julian’s territory. Turner Security Agency provided security to celebrities and high-ranking officers in Canada. Selena and Abhay occasionally helped the police and government officials solve cases but that wasn’t their main focus right now.

Christian, the rogue, the former guard, the legend, the one that brought bits of food and from what i heard, the one that saved so many when this all started. He’s not like the others. I can see it in the way he carries himself. The way his shoulders never fully slump, even when they shove him back into the cage. They throw him in like they’ve done to so many before him, and I can see the way the others flinch. The guards laugh, like it’s some victory, but I’m not fooled.

Plenty of noise regards us, that only dies off when we finally walk in, and I'm sure our appearances stand out more than we think. We're typical strangers. The men inside are mostly big and strong, covered with many tattoos. Good Lord! I hope this doesn't turn out to be like the scenes in the action movies where the folks bully newcomers in small towns. I subtly cling onto Red's arm as I whisper, "These people are scary." "Act normal," he retorts. Easier said than done. I mentally sigh. "Hey-yo!" Some guy, long-haired with a cowboy hut, snaps at us. I hold my breath, but strangely my bodyguard doesn't totter. He's a marvel. "New around here? Never seen ya before," he says while nearing us, a

That felt like a dagger piercing my heart repeatedly. Actually, I am a guardian to a mafia king, Romano Starvo. We called him Lord Romano, but not me. I called him father. He found me on the lying road almost lifeless when I was ten and kept me under his roof. In return, I served him. I became his right hand, and he was the only person who knew my real identity.