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Then again, would he turn violent when he realizes I don’t have the money. I realized I was shaking when something grabbed my attention, pulling me from my thoughts. “You Kirsty?” a southern voice drawled. I turned slowly, coming face to face with a freekin God. Holy shit he was hot. Seriously, this was my babysitter for the next God knows how long? “Tank?” A slow smile lifted at the corners of his mouth as he took me in. “That’s me beautiful. I’m your new bodyguard.” I cringed. I hated pet names.

Chapter 1: The Safehouse The black SUV sped through the dark streets of the city. Bullets had stopped flying but my heart still slammed against my ribs. I sat in the back seat pressed low while my new bodyguard drove like the devil himself chased us. His name was Marco. Ex-military, built like a wall, with cold eyes and a jaw that never seemed to relax. My father, the boss of the family, had assigned him to me after the last attempt on my life. "Keep my son breathing," Dad had ordered. "No matter what it takes."

The bodyguard immediately approached. "Do you like this?" Katty asked, pointing at her chest. The bodyguard nodded. "Give me your hand," said Katty. The guard gave her his hand. Katty took the bodyguard's hand and then put it on her chest. The guard seemed unable to hold himself anymore. Spontaneously, he looked down and then swept the two small hills on Katty's chest with his tongue. Katty stretched and groaned, enjoying the sensation of the bodyguard's tongue playing. Occasionally she groaned when the guard bit lightly on her nipple. Her breath was gasping. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The guard immediately stopped his activities. Katty immediately got up and pushed the bodygua

One of the two young men, an individual with light brown curls and brown eyes, held his hand out for me to shake. “You must be Ms. Laurentia,” he said. “I’m Theo. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve been assigned to be your bodyguard.” The other young man, who was about two inches taller than Theo and looked slightly older, with a hint of an evening shadow on his face thanks to his dark, nearly black hair, met Charles’s eyes. He also held out a hand in greeting.

Jules bellowed, wiping the last remnants of the liquid from his eyelids. ‎One of the recovered bodyguards pivoted sharply, his hand shooting out to lock onto Maureen's shoulder. Before his fingers could even brush her dress, a towering figure materialized out of the flashing neon lights. A pale, powerful hand cut through the air, seizing the bodyguard's wrist and executing a brutal, bone-snapping twist. ‎The security guard, easily standing at a commanding 180 cm and weighing near two hundred pounds, was slammed hard against the floorboards in a fraction of a second.

The new bodyguard had arrived that morning. His name was Kai Novak. Ex-special forces. Thirty-two. Quiet in a way that felt intentional. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features, dark hair, and eyes that seemed to see everything. He didn’t smile much. He barely spoke. But his presence filled every room he entered. Right now, he stood near the entrance to the living room, arms crossed, watching her with that steady, unreadable gaze. “You don’t have to stare at me like I’m about to jump off the balcony,” Isabella said, turning to face him. Her silk robe clung to her body, the deep V showing more cleavage than was strictly professional.

Probably a worker from the Hall. “I’m Matthew,” “Evans.” I shook his hand. “These people really think they’re gods huh?” I nodded in agreement, “I ignore them mostly,” He smiled and looked at me, “You must be a pretty tough man to be the Alpha’s bodyguard huh?” I shrugged, “Where do you work?” I looked up and down his attire, his jacket looked way too expensive for someone who would work at the administration or even at a higher post. What if he was a–

“Bodyguard.” Cassian blinked. Then laughed. “Oh, my father must be livid.” Rowan didn’t respond. He wasn’t here to laugh. He was here to protect something or someone that clearly didn’t want to be saved. Cassian dropped the ice and stood, eyes flicking over Rowan’s frame tall, built, black T-shirt stretched over muscle and discipline. “Not bad. At least they sent someone with arms this time.” “Try anything and I break your arm,” Rowan replied.

Warm blood splattered across the side of my face, carrying that sharp, unsettling smell of iron. He'd been shot. But he didn't make a sound, and the arm around me didn't so much as tremble. At the same time, by the faint moonlight coming through the windows, I caught sight of Julian nearby out of the corner of my eye. The instant the shots rang out, this man, who'd once sworn to protect me with his life, the Ward family's former head bodyguard, had thrown himself, on pure instinct, straight toward Amber. He'd pinned her body beneath his, and even after a stray round grazed his arm, slowing him down further, he never once let go of her.

“I won’t hide behind you forever.” Kane’s thumb stroked once over his pulse point. “You’re not hiding. You’re letting me stand between you and the threat.” He stepped closer, crowding Sebastian against the cool glass. One hand braced beside Sebastian’s head, the other stayed at his throat. “Your body already knows this is where it belongs. Protected. Steady. Mine to guard.”