Levi Garrison The Protector Novels & Stories

“What do you mean the heiress of the Protector, Jackson?” Mr. Jackson sighed and stopped digging the ground. “The Sacred Land buried some important clues about the second Protector.” Auntie Caroline inhaled. “The Second Protector was an heiress?” Mr. Jackson nodded. “Clayton started to research about it!” He put his shovel again to shove some ground and made a big hole enough to bury all three dead rabbit bodies.

Even injured, even slightly crooked from the bandaged shoulder, the man still carried himself like a king. “I just think you’re tired of running.” He hesitated. For Alessandro, hesitation was the equivalent of dropping to his knees in public. “You deserve a place where nobody has to look over their shoulder every time they breathe.” His voice lowered. “And the only way to keep them safe is here. In Italy. Under my protection.” His eyes locked onto mine. “Enzo had contacts everywhere. The States. Brazil. Argentina. Doesn’t matter where you run, Moretti. He found you in Hawaii. His people will find you again.”

"Because you need to understand the situation you're in. The Vipers won't forget what happened tonight. They'll see it as a challenge, a declaration of war. And you're at the center of it now, whether you want to be or not." "Then I'll go to the police. Get proper protection." "The police can't protect you from this." His hand moved across the table, not touching her but close enough that she felt the heat of his skin. "The Vipers have cops on their payroll. Politicians. Judges. The system you want to trust is compromised from the inside."

“She’s under my protection. You cross her, you cross me.” A cold laugh cuts through the air. “Protection? You’re a fool if you think this girl’s safe.” I step closer, voice low and deadly. “Say it again.” The leader’s smile fades. “She’s a liability. We can’t have your weakness endangering us all.” “Then you leave her alone,” I warn. They exchange glances—silent threats hanging heavy. This isn’t just a warning. It’s a declaration of war. I won’t let them touch Eden.

This is the man I’ve chosen to stand by. Finally, Levi releases him, throwing the man aside like a ragdoll. He slumps to the floor, gasping for breath, and I can’t help but feel a flicker of satisfaction. Levi’s eyes find mine then, softening just a fraction. There’s a tenderness there, but it’s brief—like a momentary lapse in the chaos around us. “I told you I’d protect you,” he says, his voice a low growl. And I believe him. I believe every word.

"That's not why I need you. I'm not your assignment." Both men shrugged their confusion. "Then who is? Your mom said you need a team." Levi strolled to the situation room and came back with Natalie's headshot. "She is," he said, handing them the photo. "Who is she?" "My world and she works for Chassis Studios," Levi said. "I'm flying out to Ghana on Monday to sort out some work stuff. I don't know how long I'll be there. But in my absence, I need you to stay close to her. Keep an eye on her but do not engage unless you absolutely have to."

“ Name.” Levy knew that he was asking for the name of the person he was searching for and then answered, “ Ginevra Watson.” Regal looked up at her but he did not say anything. He simply closed his eyes and started to chant. Levy watched as black markings appeared on his skin and soon he was covered in ancient relics which made her gasped. She turned to look at Logan who looked back at her and nodded, “ He has a bit of guardian blood in his veins but only one of them which means he is still weaker than you.”

He told her. Faith stepped closer to him. Levi’s hand automatically reached out for the gun tugged under the back of the jeans. This is a habit of his. Whenever someone comes close to Mateo, Levi gets on high alert. He has been trained to do so. Levi isn’t Mateo’s bodyguard, but like everyone else around Mateo – he has been trained to protect him. Mateo glanced at his friend. He didn’t even have to say or act on anything – his mere glance made Levi take his hand off the gun.

“But just know, if you are ever in New York again, or if you are ever in need of protection, you can come to my club and I will keep you safe.” I’m shocked at this vampire’s willingness to help Tanya. “Thank you,” she says. He nods in a respectable way that feels like a gentleman’s behavior from a time long ago. Then he picks up the stalker’s body and in a blast of air, he’s gone. “Come on. Let’s get back to the hotel,” I say, hugging Tanya closer. The Guardians and their mates surround us, giving an added layer of protection to me and Tanya as Levi leads us out of this house in the middle of nowhere.

"We’ve prepared this especially for you! Enjoy your feast!" Gavin kicked the tattooed bald man into the boiling oil pot without hesitation. He screamed like a slaughtered pig, the scalding oil splashing everywhere. "Who do you think you are, trying to boss me around?" Gavin roared. "Going to war with Mr. Lester means going to war with me! No matter how many men you have, I'll risk my life to protect Ms. York!" Then, he announced firmly, "Gather all our forces! Head to Prospera Corporation and stop Dustin's scheme. Then, call Mr. Lester and inform him of the situation."