Triple Duty Bodyguards Novels & Stories

“He slapped me at my own wedding! Twice! What’s wrong with you? Didn’t you see that?” “We can’t escalate things more when we haven’t gotten the situation straight.” Mom came over as well. She stood between Cole and me. Her back was to him as she faced me. Her expression was stern, and there was some panic in her gaze. “Mr. Martin must have had a reason to do that.” A reason? The absurdity of it made me even angrier. What kind of reason could justify a bodyguard slapping her employer’s husband in front of so many people?

he ordered, before tossing the radio onto the dashboard. Three local police cruisers, along with two unmarked Blackwood security vehicles, immediately swerved into the entrance of the yard, completely blocking the van’s only escape route. Armed guards stepped out, surrounding the vehicle before the hired thugs could even open their doors. It was a trap, executed with terrifying, clinical perfection. Asher turned off the engine, turning his heavy frame toward me. The silence in the car was thick, heavy with the scent of leather, sweat, and raw adrenaline. His eyes were completely dark, burning with a frantic, primitive heat that made my breath hitch.

His luck will shine in such a way, his astonishment can be justified. "Don't worry. I fetched out complete information from your childhood till now, that's why I have trust in you. You are an orphan boy whose parents died in an accident in his childhood. And after that, where else you were living, what work you did, I know it. Your last job was in the house of a businessman as a guard and after your fight there you came to Karachi where you got a friend, Danial. He helped you in giving the room of the preacher on rent, the place where you are living now. In the constant search of finding a job, on that day you were going for an interview of the waiter when you had to stop because of the atta

Lake dropped a subtle reminder. Ezrah was relieved for a while, but after checking through the reports on his phone, he remarked again. “Oh, she’s contacted another agency for a new set of bodyguards. Smart move.” He quickly dialed the number of his spy. “You should ensure you are among those bodyguards. I will pay you double if you get a spot among her bodyguards, and I will triple it if you get to be her personal bodyguard in place of Rush.” The offer was enticing but also close to impossible. “It’s not easy because I don’t belong to that agency.”

He had no choice but to hold back his anger, as per his superior’s orders. “Hi Adrian, I’ve come to drop off Luna’s files that she left behind,” replied Matteo in a casual tone, as if Adrian’s behavior just now was nothing out of the ordinary. “Why are you still serving that woman? Hasn’t your job as Luna’s bodyguard come to an end?” Adrian’s eyebrows knitted together. “No. I’ll keep protecting her for as long as it takes,” Matteo replied casually, handing over Luna’s briefcase. “I’m starting to suspect you,” said Adrian, folding his arms across his chest, causing Matteo to shoot him a questioning look, one eyebrow raised almost to his forehead.

Simple. The next morning, Kieran showed up at Sinclair Corporation headquarters fifteen minutes early, dressed in his usual black tactical gear with his dark hair pulled back tight. The building was a massive glass and steel tower that probably cost more than Kieran would make in his entire lifetime. Security at the front desk looked him over with barely concealed disdain when he said he was there to see Elliot Sinclair. "You're the new bodyguard?" one of them asked, a smug beta who clearly thought this was hilarious. "Aren't you a little... small?"

He could not really remember the last time he had a meal with someone like that, usually the bodyguards in the house had their meals when their shift was over, but since Alexander was Ana’s private bodyguard, he usually ate in the morning before he was on duty and at night after he was done with his duty, maybe a few bites here and there throughout the day but never a full meal with someone. “I am nervous about today. I don’t know how I am going to face Anton alone.” She confessed. Alexander assured her that she would be just fine because he would be there to watch over her. The plan as for him to wait in the car nearby the area in a blind spot where none of his men could see him. Besides, s

she said when she opened her eyes. "He's supposed to be your bodyguard, Kim. Not your Bestie. He's not supposed to be 'nice' because being nice is not his job" Hillary said, relaxing in his chair. "I like Asher, he does his job well. He's efficient and tough. I like that" Kimberly groaned inwardly. He was tough alright. She knew that. "And he's supposed to be with me all the time.... Living in my apartment?" she asked.

he replied as he headed out the door to the car. The drive to work was awkward and prisca was dying to talk to him. "So Jason huh? my dad seems to trust you a lot"prisca said shooting him a smile. "Yes ma'am" he replied curtly. "Oook so uhm how long have you worked as his bodyguard? She asked. "Three years ma'am "he answered with his eyes on the road. "Okay. So how old are you?". "Twenty seven ma'am ". "Oh nice I'm twenty five"she said smiling but Jason replied with a nod. The rest of the ride to the office was spent in an uncomfortable silence. Immediate

With this connection Vlad no longer needed any of his human’s flimsy devices for control as I was now set free, and if I said I wasn’t enjoying the position and freedom then I would be lying. I have only the best of the best of the elite supernaturals on my personal team after replacing Devlin as the Manager of Field Operations as he had taken the place of Archer since I had killed him. I walk the training field, as I run my elite team through their paces, getting them ready for the next mission. Ready for the next fight and even better ready to sink my fangs into the next war…