Protect Him At All Costs Novels & Stories

“Being with me isn’t safe. It’s not quiet. It’s not small. People will notice. Questions will come. Lines will get drawn.” “I know,” I whispered. “And I won’t soften myself to make it easier,” he continued. “I won’t pretend I don’t lead the way I do. I won’t apologize for claiming what’s mine.” The word mine still sent a shiver through me equal parts fear and heat. “But,” he added, lowering his voice, “I’ll protect you. I’ll stand in front of anything that tries to break you. And I won’t leave when things get ugly.” I searched his face for doubt and found none.

However , he did not budge! “No , I do not want to you go around without protection…Now that you are my baby girl , you will need protection 24/7. Please baby girl , do not fuss…You will not even realize he is there…I promise…” he says sternly , however he pleads at the end.

His mind had better plans as the images continued. “You are overreacting,” he snapped. “I am simply trying to protect you. That’s all I have ever done, and all you do is scrutinize my every word and action. If you disagree with my motives, so be it, but you do not get to stand there and question my decisions. Decisions that are made for your safety, purely to keep you out of harm's way. It is not my fault you cannot shift or defend yourself, but I protected you. I risked my life to keep you alive, and you stand there going on and on about betrayal and secrets. Which are all for your good.” He snarled back.

"I promise you," he said, the humor fading from his voice, replaced by something firm and unyielding, "no one will ever hurt you again. Not Adrian. Not Aaron. Not even me. Not anyone." 'Because I won't let them. Because I won't hesitate next time.' He made that promise to himself. Elara’s breath caught in her throat at the seriousness in his voice. "I'll protect you," he continued, his voice low and soothing. "Always. I'll keep you safe. I don't care who I have to stand against."

After he was done, he put the kit away and turned back to me, bracing his hands on either side of my body, caging me in, his presence overwhelming. His jaw tightened, looking like he was struggling between calm and mad. “You cannot run like that,” he said. “I cannot protect you if you keep doing reckless things.” His voice was surprisingly calm and that pissed me off “I do not even know what I need protection from,” I snapped. “Because from where I stand, you are the only person I should be afraid of.” He didn’t react immediately, only studying me for a long moment. “Since you have been here,” he asked quietly, “has anyone hurt you.”

We stand there for what feels like an eternity, holding each other, savoring the warmth of each other’s embrace. In that moment, I know I made the right decision, telling her everything. And I make a resolute promise to myself, that nothing will ever happen to her. If worst comes to worst, and maybe don orders to have her killed, I won’t do it. I won't be able to bring myself to harm her, not after what we've shared, not after what I've felt. I'll protect her with every fiber of my being, even if it means going against Don's orders, even if it means risking my own life. I'll make sure she's safe, no matter what it takes. I'll be her shield, her protector, her savior. And I know, in that mome

Jo is my priority, and she won’t be fighting anyone. “What are we supposed to do, fight outside the gates? Which girl is at risk? There are so many here at the moment?” I asked, getting frustrated with him being cryptic. “The thing you desire the most needs protecting,” he emphasizes with a stern look on his face. “What the hell are you on about?” I snapped angrily. Why does he always have to talk in riddles?

And guards. I want her protected at all times.

He squared his shoulders. "I don't think they need to sacrifice you any longer." He held my shoulders to make me look at him. "I'll protect you, Kat. I may have been unresponsive all these years but this time I'll take a stand for you." Tbc...

He exhaled instead, long and heavy, dragging a hand through his hair like he was trying to steady himself. “It means I’m trying,” he finally said. The simplicity of it cut deeper than any speech could. Trying. Trying to protect me, maybe from Ronald or maybe from himself. “I promise you, Aliyah…” His voice dropped, quieter than breath. “I will keep you safe regardless of anything.” Regardless. Even if Ronald tore him apart for it. Even if it cost him the one thing he refused to admit he wanted. My chest tightened painfully. Could he really keep that promise? Could anyone—against someone like Ronald?