Protecting What's His Novels & Stories

“Isabel Vega. This is Yuki Sato. We both have been assigned to your protection detail starting today.” Yuki gave a small, cheerful wave. “Hey. Nice to meet you. We’re the ones who’ll make sure nobody gets too close.” I stared at them, my pulse was already quickening. Protection detail? Another layer of walls around me? “Why?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended it.“I didn’t ask for more guards. I already have enough people watching my every move.” Isabel didn’t blink. “Did Sir Niccolò not tell you?”

Allen murmured. "I told you not to say that," Andrew retorted. He hates it when Allen says things like that. He knows Allen will do the same thing for him and he doesn’t need his gratitude for doing things a best friend will normally do. Allen shifted his body to face Andrew. He then stared at his green eyes. "When I grow up... I swear, I’ll protect you, Andrew." Andrew laughed in disbelief at his best friend’s sudden pledge. "Protect me from what?" he asked as he guffawed.

‍ “⁠That’s not what t⁠hi⁠s is.” “‍Isn’t it?”‌ sh⁠e challeng‌e​d. “Yo‌u d⁠e‍fended me p​ublic‍‍ly, k‍nowi‌n‌g it wou‌ld⁠ an‍ger‌ them‌. Now they answer by​ tig⁠h⁠tening th‌e leash a​round you. Aro​und‍ us.” “I’m try‍ing⁠​ to protect you,” he said, fr​ustr‍ati⁠on b​leeding⁠‍ t​hrough. “⁠Pro‌te‍ct‌ Vera. Protec‌t this pack.​”

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.

“He wants the future.” Leo meets my eyes in the rearview mirror. “What do we do?” I look out at the city—lights smearing past the window like wet paint. “We don’t give it to him,” I say. “We don’t destroy it. We keep it. And we make sure he never touches it.” Kai turns in his seat. “How?” I smile—small, cold, the same smile Papa Luca used when he knew the game had changed. “We build something he can’t burn.”

He said to me as he took off his glasses “Are you firing me, sir?” I asked him "Mia, am protecting you" He said to me in a calm tone What the heck is he up to now? protecting me, where is that coming from? “You have obviously been crying" He added "I'm fine" I said to him while trying to hide my eyes, clinching my fist "No, you are not" He replied “I have a lot riding on you, and I don't want you to ruin it because of your personal matters" He added

"He questioned whether I stay away because of him." His voice hardened at himself. I folded my arms tightly. "We were trying to protect him." "Were we?" I looked at him sharply. "What is that supposed to mean?" He held my gaze. "At first, yes. Protection made sense. He was sick. Fragile. Privacy mattered." He paused. "But now?" His voice lowered. "What exactly are we protecting him from?" I had no answer. Because the truth was ugly. Ourselves. Our companies. Our reputations.

I won't let it get to that point but I tell her just for damage control. As I turn around and start to make my way towards the entrance, I feel something light touch my arm. My eyes move to the hands grasping the hem of my shirt and to Lia's face. I know she is so scared but there is nothing I can do about it. I'm not here to calm her nerves. I'm only here to protect her. "Why are the men after us?" Before I can answer, I hear a rustle behind me, and my neck tilts to the entrance. Hushes of manly voices slice through the thick air of the night.

Besides, what proof do I have? I don’t know what he saw in my face because he spoke more softly this time, taking a step closer. “Listen, Aria, if these men get their hands on you, they will hurt you. This is not a game. Let me protect you.” “What is it to you?” resignation already filled my voice. “What?” he asked. We were closer already. “Why do you care?” I replied. Silence. “Why do you care what happens to me?” This look in his eyes showed he was holding back, like he had so much to say.

he said slowly, locking Clara's eyes with his own, "now we have to see how it plays out." "Sir," Renata asked quietly, "might it be possible for you to send me?" "You're my chief of security. Your job is here." "My job is to protect your house. The Representative and her entire bodyguard contingent are here, so I doubt anyone will be insane enough to come after you. I'm a better tracker than anyone down there." "Lord Pritchard's men are nearby, and he has a number of weres that he has dedicated to my command. I'll send a team of them."