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The two Bodyguard turn back immediately on hearing the gun shoot but it was too late for them as well as she shoot them by the hands And gripped hold of her clothes then run away. With his running shattering Palm which was bringing out lots of blood,he use his other hands to pick his phone as he raise an alarm before passing out. *****

Ready to enter the car. But then His hand grabs mine. Lord. I feel my breathing change, it came out uneven, cause this one guy was making this escape encounter so difficult for me and it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair at all He grabbed my arm tight, desperate, as if he fucking meant it “Stop,” the bodyguard said, trying to pull him away. “Don’t touch him.” I don’t even think. The command just comes out, cause whenever it was about sky, I don’t use my common sense

"Unofficially, I think half of them are going to be telling this story for years. Bodyguard falls for the client, breaks every rule in the company handbook, and still manages to save everyone anyway. It's the kind of thing that becomes legend around the office." Something in me wanted to argue the point, old habit rebelling against the idea of becoming office legend for exactly the failure I had spent four years trying to avoid repeating. But looking at Sera beside me, exhausted and alive and unmistakably mine in every way that mattered, I found I could not muster much genuine objection to how the story would be told.

“So tell me Mr. Sexy Bodyguard… is he single?” All eyes turned to Rio, who stood as still and silent as ever. His arms were crossed over his chest, jaw sharp, eyes unreadable. Two years and I’d never seen him with a woman. He never spoke about his personal life. Reed was the one who hired him to watch over me, since he was always out of town. I gave a small shrug. “I honestly don’t know. He’s really private.” Zara let out a low whistle. “With a face like that and a body that could make a nun blush, I refuse to believe he’s single. If he is, the world’s broken.”

"Why are you avoiding talks about the bodyguard? I just told you how he was a pain in the ass but you don't just want to talk about him." "I don't have any business with the bodyguard. He is just a distraction and if he distracts you, you might not be able to achieve our plan. You need to focus on her and not him." He paused and just when I wanted to talk, he beat me to it and talked first.

"I said don't shoot him!" Jennifer's shout that sounded so close, accompanied by a bullet hitting his arm, made Brad gasp. He swore under his breath. Fortunately, he dodged, so the bullet only grazed his right arm. "Are you stupid or what? He's my manager! That bodyguard is an FBI agent!" Jennifer screeched with bulging eyes. (You're stupid too, Miss. He's a mercenary, not an FBI agent. He won't even die that easily.) Brad thought all that while grimacing in mock pain.

Marlo sighed and turned to the bodyguard, who was suddenly looking very, very uncomfortable. As Marlo’s hands moved over him, I kept my expression neutral. I watched closely, waiting— And then— Marlo froze. Slowly, he reached into the bodyguard’s pocket… and pulled out the stolen tag. Silence. Pure, deadly silence. The bodyguard’s face drained of color. “Wait, I—” Fernando’s expression darkened. Marlo looked stunned. I let out a slow breath, relief washing over me. I had won. The bodyguard tried to speak, but Fernando was already moving.

The man kicked open a door and pushed Leo into a black SUV waiting in the alley. "Drive," he ordered the man behind the wheel. The SUV sped off before Leo could even catch his breath. He turned to the stranger sitting next to him. "Who the fuck are you?" "Kai Nakamura. Your father hired me this morning. I am your new bodyguard." Leo laughed even though nothing was funny. "I don't need a fucking babysitter." "You almost died thirty seconds ago. So yeah, you do."

he said like that was a very normal thing to have in a car. “It...came with the vehicle?” Kimberly asked. “For a price. I like to be careful.” Of course. She should have realized. He was a bodyguard... Extremely security and safety conscious—almost scarily so. “I don’t suppose there’s a pair of size seven and a half women’s snow boots and a nice down jacket?” She asked. “Dream on.” he said. In the weird, slanting beam of the flashlight, she saw his mouth twitch. Good Lord, he had almost smiled. She thought. If things weren’t so dire, that would have done her heart good.

He said the last line with a bitter tone in his voice. I huffed, “Oh please! As if you care! For all I know you are waiting for something to happen to me so you can feel less guilty about being a terrible father.” His eyes shone with something I couldn't place. Was he hurt? Not possible! “Effective immediately you will be assigned a new bodyguard.” All traces of the look I thought I had seen were gone. Mr. “Greek god” stepped forward. Father never put men in my security detail except for my driver Kelvin. He only did that because Kelvin was ugly as hell.