Jack Stapleton The Bodyguard Novels & Stories

“Let me live how I want. You don’t get to sell me to the public and then get mad when they actually look.” Sloane pressed her lips together from the far end of the table. Taryn, behind Preston, remained still. The room was quiet. Until Preston finally turned to his assistant. “Options?” Taryn stepped forward. “We’ve spoken with image consultants. But I believe we need more than PR damage control.” “Go on,” Preston said. “I recommend hiring a private bodyguard. A professional. Someone trained to de-escalate and enforce discipline.” Cassian barked a laugh. “What, like a babysitter with muscles?”

And she hung up on me before I could argue. A few minutes later a knock sounded on the door. I pulled the door open, ready to unleash my frustration, and froze. Vivian spoke first. “Meet your new bodyguard Daniel Ross”. The man standing there was like nothing I expected. Bluish gray eyes pinned me down where I stood. Over six feet tall, broad shoulders and

I should be but I wasn’t. Yeah, it was my first day at work as the personal bodyguard to the famous New York’s most handsome young CEO. As the elevator moved, I braced myself up to face my soon to be boss who was none other than Ryan Robin Anderson. He was popularly called RRA. Classic, huh? I stepped out of the elevation as it stopped. “Hi,” I looked up to see a middle aged man. “You must be the new bodyguard.” He said. I nodded with a smile.

Jack exclaimed. "Yes, I want." "Then keep quiet for now and give me your card; I’ll call you as soon as the news is confirmed." Jack winked. "Sure!" The reporter gives his card to Jack. "Let's go and have a drink." Jack offered. "I’ll pay for the party!" Jack smirked, making the reporter excited. "So, let's go!" The reporter wraps his bag around his shoulder. "Indeed, the bodyguard work is not easy, man. "I have to clear every mess and fool the people to protect my boss." Jack groaned in frustration.

Stan, along with his fleet of bodyguards approaching. “Fortunate seeing you here.” “Hello Mr. Stan,” She greeted, bowing ever so slightly. “It’s a coincidence meeting you here.” “Indeed, and such a good coincidence.” He looked from her and over to Jake who was standing a few feet away. “Is this your bodyguard?” “Yes, he was recently employed.” “Wise choice, the business world is always unpredictable and dangerous. But that aside, I assume you came here for a dress? One for the conclusion party I hope.”

Darell replied. “Okay fine let’s say I’m to come out clean to her what am I supposed to say?!” “Hey babe, actually I belonged to syndicate as in the country most wanted syndicate and your father is our target that’s why I’m here as your bodyguard,” “Or, Babe, you know what ?! Your father kidnapped me while I was sixteen and now I’m here because I want to make him pay!” “Or, or babe, there’s something I need to tell you, your father is a very very bad man, and I’m here as your bodyguard undercover to drag him to jail!”

Tyson walked into the hanger, “I’m sorry about your girl,” “Yeah.” “Who’s the guy with the note and what does it mean?” “He wanted me to know he took her.” “Who’s the bodyguard?” “I am. I’m her bodyguard.” Tyson sighed, “Bodyguard? I thought you said that was your girlfriend.” “She is. But I’m also her bodyguard. I thought she would be safe down here. That’s why we’re here.” “I’m not understanding. Why does she need a bodyguard? Who the hell is she?”

I screamed, the stranger turned toward me. Bang! The bullet struck his side blood spread across his white shirt even after being shot, he refused to fall, he pulled a knife from beneath his jacket and threw it with incredible speed, the blade buried itself in the gunman’s shoulder. The kidnapper screamed as his weapon slipped from his hand. At that moment, security guards rushed into the garden from every direction. “Protect Miss Sterling!” The kidnappers disappeared into the darkness before they could be caught the stranger swayed where he stood i ran toward him and caught him before he collapsed.

Cassian arrived in a black suit and walked straight into the center of it. Recognition moved through the crowd in fragments. “Wasn’t he on the Vale detail?” “No. That’s Hale.” “Hale?” “Cassian Hale.” Phones lifted. Voices lowered. Camera operators adjusted position. Cassian stepped in front of the microphones without hesitation. “The footage circulated in recent days was stolen and released without consent,” he said. “The woman in those recordings is Aria Vale. She is not a scandal, and she is not public entertainment.” The court quieted.

“He slapped me at my own wedding! Twice! What’s wrong with you? Didn’t you see that?” “We can’t escalate things more when we haven’t gotten the situation straight.” Mom came over as well. She stood between Cole and me. Her back was to him as she faced me. Her expression was stern, and there was some panic in her gaze. “Mr. Martin must have had a reason to do that.” A reason? The absurdity of it made me even angrier. What kind of reason could justify a bodyguard slapping her employer’s husband in front of so many people?