My Bodyguard Trailer Novels & Stories

I hissed. “Oh but we can.” Gabriel grinned. I turned to Gatsby, waiting for her to tell me this is a fucking dream and I need to wake up. But she just shook her head and looked the other way. Fuck. This is as real as my depression. “We've already hired your bodyguard.” Gabriel added, replacing his grin with his usual unreadable look. “He's an Ex-Navy SEAL, has top-notch recommendations, and is experienced with guarding high-profile personalities. He’s a sought-after professional and the perfect fit for this job.”

Then, he smiled and nodded as he saw Helen's tearful gaze. "Sorry," he said. "The Graves had some bodyguards, so it cost me some time." "Some bodyguards…" Chaz was left standing there gaping in disbelief. What Frank meant by 'some bodyguards' was a security force of three hundred strong who guarded every inch of his family's compound. Most of them were well-trained, with over dozens being vigor wielders and several Birthright rank elites! Chaz was convinced they were enough against Frank, but the man showed up here anyway!

“Yeah. Come inside my car. There's something I want us to discuss.” The bodyguard looked unsure as he exchanged glances with his colleagues. Yet, he had no choice but to follow her. Inside the car, Tracy picked up her purse and brought out a black card. “Its debit transaction is limitless. You can withdraw any amount you want.” The bodyguard was baffled. “Ms. Carlson, th-this. W-What can I do for you?” “Just get rid of Heidi.” Tracy shrugged. “Didn't Blake Harrison ask you to retrieve the jewelry?”

Jason would make his way in the house, Pindrop was by the main road blocking the ins and out of the mansion. Bryant hadn’t gotten the memo we’d surrounded his mansion making this all the way more interesting and fucking easy to kill him. “I’m going in. Blaze, you copy? Search for the blondie, report back” “Making my way underground. Bates, you copy?” “Found an in through the slider doors, I see Bryant, three bodyguards, armed. I reckon I take them out and Flames finishes the scum in the suit” “ALREADY IN”, I whispered through the comm, ducking behind a crimson wall.

I could stay in his arms forever. It simply feels safe. "Everything will be fine," Red whispers, his voice deeper and assuring, derailing my so-not healthy trance. I sniff, oblivious that I was in tears just a moment ago. Way to go, Mia! I take another deep breath to pull myself together, making sure I don't melt easily. "Go to sleep now," says Red while fixing the covers on us both. Sleep? How do I sleep when my sexy bodyguard is holding me the way every woman dreams to be held by a man? No, I can't sleep.

**** Body….what? I was confused. "Miss Gem….sorry I'm late…did anyone bully you?" He asked. Everyone was shocked….how could a handsome man who was fit to be a model or an idol be standing here as a bodyguard. "Uhmm…. uhmm…. I… uh." I didn’t know what to say….I mean a bodyguard came out of nowhere. "Let’s go, Miss." He said and dragged me with him. He pushed me in a flashy car and drove a few distances before he stopped and handed me a file.

Ellis instructed his bodyguard. I saw the bodyguard nod and head back to the car. Seeing the bodyguard take the driver out of the trunk did make me feel a little better as well. Whether someone did something wrong or not, I didn’t believe anyone deserved to be inside a trunk. I saw the bodyguard push the driver into the back seat and then he got into the driver's seat. The car drove off rather quickly. I could hear the wheels peel out and a mark could be seen on the old parking lot cement.

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?”

“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?”

“Really. Just a few scratches.” Her gaze flicked to Cole, taking in his imposing frame and the gun holstered discreetly at his side. “And this must be your new… assistant?” “Something like that,” I muttered. “Bodyguard,” Cole said simply, offering his hand. “Cole Maddox.” Julia hesitated, then shook it. “Well. You’ll have your hands full with this one.” “Already noticed,” he replied, deadpan. I groaned. “Fantastic. You two can bond over how impossible I am.”