Jack Stapleton The Bodyguard Novels & Stories

“How did you think of Dwayne? He's an actor, not a bodyguard. Unless he had a whole change of career, in that case he can also rearrange my organs.” “Really, Raphaella?” Betty called in a judging tone, Raphaella knew Betty was rolling her eyes at her over the phone. Sue her, but Dwayne Johnson is one hot hunk that no girl could resist. “That's not the point, my new bodyguard is Sebastian,” Raphaella revealed and she was met with silence on the other end. “Betty? Are you there?...” “No way!” Betty exclaimed, the disbelief rolling off her voice. “The Sebastian you lost your virginity to at the resort who left cash for you like you’re a prostitute?”

“I’m not sure. This week. He has to be gone before Vikinos arrives so we can blame it on him.” “That fucking girl we supposedly picked up by accident is a cop.” “What?” the other man snaps. My eyes widen. Holy fuck… why would they think I’m a cop? “Yeah, she fucking attacked me the other day, warning me against going near him.” Oh shit. They’re talking about Stace. I hold my breath. Please don’t find me. “He’s brought her on here as a little fuck buddy bodyguard. That was no accident she came out of that door at just that moment.”

"Ms. Sandow, he's taken down all our men." Her hands clenched into fists, Stellie realized the gravity of the situation. She held back from acting rashly, while her bodyguard, who had just briefed her, seemed unaware of the danger Paxton posed. He stepped up, standing protectively in front of Stellie, and pointed at Paxton. "Did you attack our guys last night?" Unfazed, Paxton maintained an intense gaze on Stellie. "So, you're Stellie." The bodyguard, in an aggressive tone, snapped, "Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you! Or do you want to lose your eyes?"

"Hi, mom. Your son came? How are you? Is mom happy there?" "Sorry, I can only buy a bucket of roses, not your favorite flowers. But I promise your son will buy you your favorite flowers later. Mom, did you know? I've met that man. And now that I'm working as his daughter's bodyguard, you can rest assured that I will repay all of Mommy's pain at that time. And I will pay off for Mommy!" *** It was the first time her bodyguard had made Yoursa angry, even now she was walking alone without her bodyguard chasing after her.

“Hah! You think I’m scared of a couple of tough words? My muscles aren't just for show, sweetheart!” I glanced at Travis, who shrugged. “Okay.” Then, without hesitation, he punched a nearby water pipe, leaving a clear dent where his fist had struck. The tattooed man’s smug grin froze on his face. “So, friend,” I said coolly, “from now on, you will answer every question I ask. If not, the next punch lands on you.” He nodded, now clearly shaken. “Who are you? And what’s your relationship with Esther?” “My name’s Jack. I used to be a bodyguard for a European prince—I won’t name names, of course. But now, I’m out of work. As for Esther… we’re friends with benefits.”

Robert shouted. Marcus, his own shoulder heavily bandaged from the shrapnel he took in the escape from the Sterling Tower, threw his remaining good arm across Jack’s chest. The Beta bodyguard, a mountain of muscle who could flip a sedan, gritted his teeth. "Boss! You’re hurting her! Snap out of it!"

Jack, already weakened from years of indulgence in alcohol and women, collapsed to the ground the moment I used the stun gun. However, the stun gun’s power was too low, and he was already struggling to get back up. I shouted for help, and the bodyguard, who had been posing as a diner nearby, rushed over and restrained Jack as soon as he caught my signal. I called the police and then phoned Calvin. He arrived quickly, and I pretended to be terrified, throwing myself into his arms and sobbing.

The bodyguard went in a gunshot was heard later, they pulled the man out of his house and dumped him in outside of his gate, taking a few pictures to send to their client. Jake hopped into the back of his limo and waited for his bodyguard to come out. He spotted his next target a few meters away and nodded for the driver to tail him, Been spending most their lives Living in a gangsta's paradise Been spending most their lives The man went into a nice compound, Jake came down from the car, his hand playing with the gun that was stuffed in his waist. Living in a gangsta′s paradise Keep spending most our lives Living in a gangsta′s paradise

Some of the dark liquid spilled on her jacket, and she cursed under her breath as she grabbed a napkin and began dabbing at the silver and gold embroidery. I fumbled with the newspaper and groaned slightly when I saw the headline. Billionaire's Bodyguard Assaults Photographer blazed out in bold letters across the heading of the page. In a blurry black and white photo, Jack looked on in horror as his bodyguard's massive hand reached for the photographer. Every word in the article made me cringe; the lawsuit from the photographer was going to be huge.

Tessa blinked a few times, still not fully processing it. “So…?” “Starting now,” Jack continued, meeting her gaze directly as he chose his words carefully, a hint of anticipation in his tone, “I’ll be working exclusively for you. I’m your personal bodyguard.” Tessa’s jaw nearly dropped. “For me? But I already have guards.”