Flushed Away Bodyguard Novels & Stories

the bodyguard shouted angrily, raising his fist and charging toward him. Bernard smiled at the sight of the bodyguard’s rage. This wasn’t an ordinary person. He was a black belt in every martial art, a retired special bodyguard who was notorious for his fighting skills. With a punch, even if Esteban didn’t die, he would become a useless idiot.

Harvey ignored the two and stared at his phone, a profound look on his face. … “Go! Get out of here, Miss Zimmer!” Almost at the same time… Xynthia was running out of Flutwell’s martial arts building along with a few bodyguards. The leading bodyguard was holding a firearm, his hands sweating profusely. He would look back every once in a while he was running. At this very moment, his heart was filled with utter fear. The bodyguards stuffed Xynthia inside a Toyota Alphard. When the car fled the building, the bodyguards and assistants finally let out a sigh of relief.

All of a sudden, a marked man in black ran past the car. He seemed to be holding a bottle in his hand. “Who is it?” “Splash!” The masked man raised the things in his hand and splashed them at me without any explanation. A bodyguard hurriedly stood in front of me. The bottle of liquid splashed on the bodyguard's body, but it still splashed on my arms. Immediately, I screamed as if sparks had hit my arm. “Ah!” The bodyguard fell to the ground as he screamed in pain. Another bodyguard kicked the man in black to the ground and subdued him.

But then someone kicked the door open, and hundreds of burly bodyguards came swarming in, surrounding the scene. Zoey did not even look back. In fact, she looked triumphant. Bartholomew held his head up. "See? Zoey's bodyguards are here. You're done fo—" A scream cut him short. The greasy man who tried to ride me had a bullet tear through his hand. He was rolling and groaning on the ground. "Mr. Artemisia!" the bodyguards shouted in unison. The crystal chandelier even shook a little. Then silence choked the air. The leader of the bodyguards was my dad's confidant and a retired special force soldier, Felix Cashmere. He darted ahead and sent the men around me flying.

Sia took her time admiring Julian. His black hair was still wet from his shower, and his bare arms showed powerful muscles.He was wearing a black shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark blue jeans with white and blue sneakers. Blue would’ve matched his eyes better, Sia thought to herself before she remembered that he was her new bodyguard, not her client.

That's something at least. I erased tonight's footage from the computer and the cloud and switched the cameras off. Exiting the office, I closed the door and moved towards the entrance. It was left open still. Agent Michael held the distraction I tucked my hand in my pocket and walked briskly 64.0% 17:07 N10,000 to #100,000 Get an instant loan up to... Apply nowThe Billionaire's Bodyguard away. I saw him in the car with the owner as he tried to hold him back, passing him a wink, he heaved a large sigh then straightened his back.

What do you say, friend? ”Just like bloody old times ahahaha! Let’s have at it…” ”FUCKING MOTHER OF… AAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOO!!! STOP PLEEEEASSSE HAVE MERCYYYYYYY!!!” Eventually, the bodyguard faints and they had to prepare him a newer set of skin grafts again. Of course, someone else was assigned to take care of the procedures. Meanwhile, the two had to go home after making sure they’ve deposited the assassin’s body to their exclusive team of investigators for identification and proper disposal at the Rube’s Villa care of The Detective.

I didn’t want to wear anything that belonged to Flames but everything I had on me was his and as much as I wanted to take them off, I couldn’t walk naked. I turned around, Turo walked behind me, Flames blocked the path to the door. “No one’s leaving” “No one asked for your permission. You are relieved of your duties. I don’t need a bodyguard. I don’t need you” “The thing is I don’t give a shit what you need or not. You are not leaving, the cowboy behind you can but you are not fucking leaving” “You are in no position to tell me what to do and what not to-“

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 real bodyguard job, one even better than the security firms she had applied to which could give her a bigger paycheck – enough to keep her father alive and maybe, just maybe, save up for the Marina Guard Institute, she'd been wishing to get in. She didn't know yet that the job was a lie. --- The Creed mansion was a show of old money and wealth, and from her first sight of it, she was wowed as the pictures from the blogs did no justice. Jenna parked her motorcycle in the parking lot, somewhere in between the parked Bentleys and Rolls-Royces, and walked into a home that probably cost a million more than her entire apartment building. The security guards gave a double glance at her tattoos. T