Triple Duty Bodyguards Novels & Stories

Ethan purred, looking up at me. “Secrets? How dark are the secrets?” I shrugged, before replying. “Nothing really, it's just that there's this place –” Hesitation. Ethan was the Duval bodyguard. He was my bodyguard. Although he originally worked for VAR, he became my possession after I hired him. It wasn't hard to talk about the secret… to tell him all about it. But the tugging feeling in my chest said otherwise. The pit in my stomach urged me to distrust him.

I immediately moved my hand away, my chest heaving with the exertion and the thrill of being in here, alone with him, away from all the titles and ranks that divided us. "I knew you would stop," he whispered, his voice low. It was the voice he used whenever he was alone with me, and hell, it confused me and gave me hope at the same time. He took a step forward. "Preparing for the ball?" I swallowed hard. "I am a bodyguard. The Alpha’s bodyguard. I am not to be concerned with finding romance." His eyes met mine. "I saw your eyes earlier. It twitched a little once my mate was mentioned. Would it be too much work to protect two people?"

My bodyguards also known as my shadows all surrounded me and the new ones stayed by the car and walked around from time to time, it's exhausting and I was tired of the whole drama but that seemed to attract people to the cafe. Maybe I didn't mention it before but my bodyguards are kind of ripped most especially, Fabio, Rio, and Dallas they have this brawny super muscular build like they were born in a gym or something. Bruce even joked about jumping on one of them but I warned him not to, Rio might kill him if that happens from what I know he hates gay men. Or that's what he wants us to believe, I really don't know. "You know you can sit right? Standing will drain your energy" I said to the

Close enough to protect her… and love her, in the shadows. Richard emerged moments later, phone pressed to his ear. Without so much as a glance, he climbed into the backseat, motioning for Lauren to join him. She did, sliding into the seat beside her husband. Louis closed the door, circled the vehicle, and took the driver’s seat. The moment the engine hummed to life and they rolled onto the main road, Richard lowered his phone and leaned forward. “Louis,” he said firmly. “Yes, sir?” “You’re not just the driver anymore. From now on, you’re Lauren’s personal bodyguard. My father’s estate is... well, heavily monitored, but he has more enemies than friends. I don’t want her out of your sight. No

The maid from before quickly answered, and I scoffed lightly. “Ask my personal driver to bring his ass back to work and place a call to my stylist and designer…” I stopped talking when I noticed the receiver had picked up the call. “I want them both here… ASAP!” “Y-yes ma'am,” She stuttered, and I heard scrambling noises behind the door. “Ethan, who is the girl behind the code Alpha 3-0?” I questioned, a slight frown on my face. “We do not have access to such exclusive information, ma'am,” He started,, and the frown on my face deepened. “For some reason, the target Alpha 4-3 had installed guards at all corners of the road, and each one of them is armed with silver guns.”

Suddenly, I am surrounded by four men. “Follow us”, they say with no introduction and I know they are just doing their jobs. They are board patrol and all they have to do is bring intruders to their alfa. I nod, following. I know better than to not oblige to security around the boarder. Nana follows me towards the car and once inside, she squeezes my hand that is resting on the steering wheel.

*Vera* My father sent me to the mall. More precisely; us, because my personal bodyguards were by my side as always. There were three in all; two who stood more apart and had everything around us in view and one who was always close to me. His name was Enzo and I had been raving about him for a while, but I didn't miss his eyes either. I would love to have him to myself for a moment... But his job made it strictly forbidden for him.

One of her groupies, a lanky guy that looked like the perfect poster child for malnutrition and AIDS ads, stood in front of her in a silly attempt of trying to protect her. If I wanted, heck I wanted to, I would punch that fucking face in but I didn`t. The last thing I wanted was to attract attention at a place like this. Rule number one of being a bodyguard was, staying away from the lime light. Attracting attention meant endangering the client. And the fucking client was our top priority. "Tough luck, muscle puff. You are not her type”, he said, his stinky as fuck cocktail breath clouding my senses.

A good shower and heavy breakfast is all I need. Patrick is already gone when I return from the bathroom. No surprise here; coming and going like the wind is his style lately. I change and head straight downstairs, hoping that Butler Lucas has had the cook prepare something decent to cure this damn hangover. Reaching the kitchen door, I suddenly hold my steps at the sight of my bodyguard standing near the fridge, uncapping the bottle of drinking water after a seemingly intense workout he's just finished. The sweat smears his skin, his curly hair drenched, the muscles of his strong biceps rippling tensely, and that sexy Adam's apple tips as the water slides in his throat. My breath quickens.

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.”