Novel & Cerita Special Bodyguard Novel

All black clothes, hard jaw, and darker eyes. “Oh. My. Fuck,” Gabriella half-whispers, half-gasps, clutching my arm like she’s about to faint. “Who is that?” “That’s Nico,” I say flatly, pretending not to be equally swooned. “My new personal bodyguard.” Gabriella looks at me like I’ve just said I own a castle. “You have a bodyguard now?” I nod. She glances back at him, jaw dropping slightly. “And why is he so freaking hot? Jesus Christ.”

(9). The Billionaire’s Bodyguard . By Pink-Butterfly . Chapter 9: I’m not gay and that’s final . "Miles please don't" Alanna whined trying to push a drunk Miles away. "It's a free lap dance though" He slurred. "No I don't want it! Go ahead and do it on Nikolai" Alanna pushed him onto his bodyguard.

“Good. No issues? Pryce can be… verbose.” “The exchange was brief and professional, sir,” Silas replied, his voice a model of neutral efficiency. He stood at ease, hands clasped loosely behind his back, the picture of the perfect, detached bodyguard. Only Leo, attuned to every micro-shift, saw the tension corded in his neck, the unnatural stillness in his shoulders.

"Hi, mom. Your son came? How are you? Is mom happy there?" "Sorry, I can only buy a bucket of roses, not your favorite flowers. But I promise your son will buy you your favorite flowers later. Mom, did you know? I've met that man. And now that I'm working as his daughter's bodyguard, you can rest assured that I will repay all of Mommy's pain at that time. And I will pay off for Mommy!" *** It was the first time her bodyguard had made Yoursa angry, even now she was walking alone without her bodyguard chasing after her.

One was in front, one working on the security house, as an operator, one was currently roving, and the other two were for the night shift. The bodyguard who was with me was also my driver. I know for a fact that he’s not just a driver. The man that Reid hired seemed to be from the Special Forces. Or probably a former military. I watched as the maid was setting up the table. “Please also prepare for the guards,” I said as the maids smiled and nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.” I smiled as I made sure to pull off the sleeping powder on the casserole of soup. I continued calmly, stirring it and once they set up the table, I joined them and barely touched my soup. I dined with them together with Mr. Gibson.

"Survival is the ability to swim in strange water." -Frank Herbert- *** There was a bit of silence inside the car before Ana started a conversation after she had stabilized herself a bit. She was not supposed to be surprised when she heard that, because he did have a military past and if her father recruited her to be a bodyguard it must mean he was working straight from the field. Lots of things could happen in places like that so it only made sense, but it was still weird that people could kill others without any consequence, although in this case, it was an act of self-defense.

His scream had not even finished before his body was sent flying into the wall. The thug holding the dagger tried to attack again. Arka caught his wrist, and the dagger clattered onto the floor. The man's body was spun around before being hurled into two other thugs. All three crashed to the ground together. Arka was no longer holding back. He was no ordinary bodyguard anymore. He was the former combat commander of the Garuda Fang Unit. His movements were brutal, fast, and lethal. In less than a minute, every thug was lying on the ground.

A new guard had been assigned to Serafina, a man named Alessandro, but known as Everest. He was a man of Salvatore's elite force, a small group of men specialized in certain fields and used for specialized means. They weren't often assigned to be bodyguards, but it seems Serafina was an exception. The first time she had met him, he hand introduced himself formally but then proceeded to surprise her with his words.

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.”

As a matter of factly, there wasn’t anything that he’d do for me that could bring me joy apart from divorcing me, and sadly, there was nothing like divorce in the life of a Made man, only death. “Close your eyes,” He passed a quick command and I obeyed. Trustingly, I let him hold my hand and lead me wherever he wanted until an order came for me to open my eyes. Feeling jittery and spooked, I opened my eyes gradually, my heart racing faster than ever before and when my eyes were completely opened to the surprise in front of me I let out an exasperated gasp. Alessio cut in before I could say anything. “I knew you’d be surprised and happy to have a bodyguard that will keep you from harm. I alwa