Protecting What's His Novels & Stories

How could she not get excited, when it was with her beloved father and they were heading out on their very first business trip together, they were also going to meet her mother. Suddenly, a noise and the sound of several men running scared the two way too familiarly. Without hesitation, Lovato immediately bundled his daughter into his arms and ran to the backdoor of the mansion, ready to turn around and act right all of sudden! The entire mafia, his entire mafia lieutenants and bodyguards as well as servants all at saw what was (or would soon be) happening. Lovato didn't have the time to waste on his daughter's safety as he handed her over to one of his loyal guards before sprinting back tow

“I’m saying… not like this, not yet.” For a long moment, I couldn’t speak. My throat ached as my chest tightened. All I could do was stare at his hand on mine and at the way he held me as if I was the only thing anchoring him to sanity. Finally, I whispered, “You’re protecting him.” “No.” His answer was immediate. “I’m protecting you.”

And again. I drag myself back against a tree, the world spinning. Blood pools beneath me forming a map of my life. It is warm and sticky. I manage a weak laugh. “You’re not gonna break it.” “What?!” The frustration twisting his face is almost satisfying. “You know how I am…” I cough, chest burning. “If there’s one thing I’ll always protect, it’s my own hide.” I gesture toward the shield. “That’s the proof.” Phineas sneers and strides toward me. Good. Stay away from her.

“I swear on my life, no one will lay a finger on you.” He called his head of security immediately, barking orders for increased protection, background checks, and tracking the email. Then he carried me to the bedroom and laid me down, crawling over me protectively. “Look at me, Isla,” he commanded softly. I met his stormy gray eyes. “I will protect you,” he said, brushing hair from my face. “From the press, from Elena, from Alex, from every single person who thinks they can hurt what’s mine. Do you understand?”

"You didn’t plan on telling me at all." "That’s not true." "Then when? On my deathbed? On your wedding day? When?" My jaw clenched. "I don’t know." He laughed again, humorless. "Of course you don’t." "I was trying to protect you." "Spare me the protection crap," he repeated, stepping closer with fire in his eyes. "What are you protecting me from? From you?" The truth lodged in my throat. Maybe… yes. I tried to say something but nothing came out.

...Don't give up on Trinity?... ...Ya...About that... ...It is time to stick my fucking ego in my sock. This is how it is supposed to work... Protecting the Stones is what I do. It is what I am best at, and let's not forget it is what I get paid for. But it is not just that; I made a promise, and I am a man who keeps them. I will be damned if I sit back and let some asshole like Karlo do what I am supposed to do.

“Why does it take us weeks to get to this point?” He shifted and pulled out before he answered, leaving me empty. I stared at his cock, glistening with my arousal and throbbing in front of me. His arm muscles flexed on either side of me and his jaw ticked when he answered, “I’m never supposed to get to this point. I’m supposed to protect you, that’s it. I can’t protect you when I’m fucking you, Winona.” “I should decide who protects me and who gets to be between my legs, HJ.”

Please leave my daughter alone. I lean in and whisper “you never should have stolen from me, it’s such a shame.” I stand up straight and turn to my right hand man, “he didn’t tell me the pin on time and delayed my new club opening. Guess that means we still do what we please with his daughter.” “No please! Please! Spare her! Ple— “ I stab him straight in the heart and twist it, watching him lose his life.

"Yes, you do." "Christian, I want nothing from you. Not your house, not your name, not your pity." "I'm not offering you pity." "What are you offering me?" "I'm offering you protection." "I don't need protection." "Yes, you do." "From what?" "From the people who are trying to hurt you." "What people?" "The people who tried to take over your company. The people who sent you those threatening letters." "That's over now." "No, it's not." "Yes, it is."

I needed to ask the right questions without making him realize I was asking them on purpose. "What does safe look like exactly?" I asked him. "Under your uncle's protection. What does that actually mean for me day to day?" He hesitated just slightly. "It means you're not a target anymore. You're an asset. He protects his assets." Asset. He said that word without flinching. He didn't even notice it. "And my child," I said. "Protected as well." "And Damien." His jaw tightened. There it was. Just a small movement but I saw it. "Damien complicates things."