Jack Stapleton The Bodyguard Novels & Stories

she began "so after drake, I drove myself for sometime and the it wasn't fun I won't lie, plus no protection. So I got back from work one day, and daddy called me and told me that he had appointed a new bodyguard/driver and that his name was Jason" "Okay, so how did you feel when you heard the news" Henry asked. "Well I was happy, considering the fact that I don't get to drive myself anymore and I had protection. And sad because well you know the history I have with my bodyguards" "Well that's understandable"

Katerina stammered, her heart hammering—not for the boy holding her, but for the man watching her. ​Suddenly, the music shifted, and a hand—strong, gloved,—slid onto Katerina’s waist, physically keeping her away from Jackson. She was taken aback for a moment to process what just happened likewise Jackson ​"The Don requested a security rotation," Xavier’s voice rumbled cutting through the air. "I’ll take it from here, Reed." ​Jackson’s face flushed with fury and contempt "He’s a bodyguard, Kat. He doesn't get to cut in."

“After they fired me, I dedicated my life to you. I built a new identity. Placed cameras in the maintenance areas. Paid off low-level staff for schedules and discarded items.He held up the stolen tie again. “I could smell his scent starting to contaminate yours. That was when I knew I had to act soon.” Sebastian’s breathing grew ragged as the heat spiked again. Tears of frustration and pain slipped from the corners of his eyes. His hips moved helplessly against nothing, seeking friction that only deepened the torture. “Please…” The word slipped out before he could stop it. Not directed at Adrian. Just a broken plea to the universe.

I called out in a whisper. “It’s Stefano Morello to you, Signora,” he said, cutting me short. “Let’s learn to respect our boundaries. I am your bodyguard. That is the only relationship that exists between us. Fucking you is not part of my job description and it will not become part of it no matter how many times you look at me like that. I suggest you go back to bed. As you can see I’m not dead.” He turned away without another glance and returned to the chair facing the monitors as if I had already left the room. The dismissal broke my heart more than Michael’s words could ever.

"Gabriel is barely of age." "But he is still of age! He killed two people and the other is hanging by a thread." Jackson swallowed hard, and I caught a glint of tears on his eyes. "Maybe this is the best for all of us. If Gabriel gets away with murder once, he might not have any qualms..." "You know Gabriel, Jackson," I said, stepping forward. "He is the sweetest boy. He can be a little reckless..." "Exactly." Jackson stood up. "Would you say the same thing if you were still Alpha Cole's bodyguard and all you see when you look at Gabriel is a young, untamed killer?"

“Because I don’t feel good leaving you here with him. Not when you’re already claiming to be seeing him.” A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. He was jealous. Before I could reply, footsteps echoed from the hallway. Jasper walked out again, this time fully dressed in a fitted black shirt and jeans. His hair was damp, like he had just showered, and his confident smile lit up the entire space. Mirae practically combusted beside me. Her cheeks flushed red, her eyes sparkling as she clutched at my arm again. “Hey, ladies,” Jasper greeted warmly, his voice smooth and friendly. He gave a little nod toward Nick before looking back at us. “I’ll be staying here as your bodyguard. My mom’s friends

I felt an intense stare from somewhere until I spotted an unfamiliar driver glancing at me in the rear mirror. He immediately looked away. He has a thick eyebrow and blue pair of eyes. His skin is so white and his lips is plump and red. I looked at Dylan. “Who is he?” “Oh! He's Jacob, your bodyguard.” I gasped. “Bodyguard?!” He grinned again. “You can't leave the house starting today, sweetheart.” “No!” that's too much! He can't take a full control over me. He can't just dominate my whole! Being a devil's prisoner is already too much, and now he's forbids my freedom?

Two massive guards stood there, holding modified shotguns. "Toll?" The guard grunted, blocking the path. Jackson stepped into the dim light. His tuxedo was shredded, his face bruised. But his eyes were terrifying. "I am Jackson Sterling," he said calmly. "And I don't have time for tolls." The guard squinted. Then he laughed. "The Billionaire? On the TV news? I heard you blew yourself up. You got cash, dead man?" "I have something better," Kael stepped out from behind Jackson.

They all wore stoic looks on their faces, and they did not even as much converse with each other. MJ's hands instinctively reached under her pillow, and she gripped the cold metal as if holding on to her last breath. "There's no need for that." One of the man spoke up and stepped forward, forcing MJ to pull out the gun; making sure to keep it by her side. "Okay, I'll keep my distance." The man sighed. "My name is Jackson, and these are my colleagues; we are Mr Cooper's bodyguards." MJ swallowed at the mention of Alastair's name and looked away.

Because of their brave hearts to protect and serve the country to keep the safety of the nation's citizen. But the woman in sunglasses behind them was not impressed to see the two men blocking her path. She looked displeased and a bodyguard with a crew cut walked over. He said while placing a hand on Jate's shoulder. "Hey brat, you and this crippled are in Mr. Lawson's was!" With a gleam of his eyes, Jate demonstrated a perfect shoulder throw. 'bang!' The 200-pound bodyguard was instantly thrown to the ground and writhing in pain. The woman in sunglasses was a rising celebrity, Helen Lawson.