Vanny X Security Guard Novels & Stories

"If he wanted me, why did he let my mother force the engagement with Ayra?" A sudden, loud vibration shook the desk, making me flinch so hard I nearly dropped the folder. It was Julian’s master security terminal built into the wall beside the desk. The smart-screen automatically flashed to life, displaying a live, high-definition video feed from the penthouse's private underground garage. I rushed to the monitor, my eyes locking onto the screen. The garage looked like a combat zone. Eight of Julian’s elite Vance Security guards stood in a rigid, impenetrable wall in front of the private elevator doors, their hands resting heavily on the holsters of their weapons.

Anna and I are fairly well-trained in self-defense, but Vania is my father’s most skilled enforcer. She’s holding not one, but two knives, and is flanked by two guards—the same who escorted me into Vampyre territory all those weeks ago. Attempting to take them would be severely idiotic, and Anna and I are not quite that bad. So we march in front of her, hands raised over our heads, and follow her directions. Aware that should one of us decide to run, the other would end up with a knife in her back.

Anny's voice was barely above a whisper. "It's nothing, ma'am. I hope you grow stronger every single day. I hope you find the peace you're searching for." Hannah smiled gently, releasing her hands. Anny nodded, squared her shoulders and turned toward the door. She could feel Hannah's gaze following her as she walked out. She hadn't even reached her car when a security guard intercepted her. "Ma'am? What are you doing outside at this hour?" His voice was professional but laced with concern. "I need to be somewhere ." She didn't spare him a glance.

She stepped forward, walking toward the exit. “If they’re watching… we give them something to see.” He followed her outside. Security was tighter than before. Guards stationed at every point. Vehicles lined up. Controlled. Protected. Contained. Alexander reached for her arm lightly. “You’re not going anywhere without security.” Vanessa stopped walking. Turned to him. “And you’re not going to tell me what I can or can’t do in public.” His jaw tightened. “This isn’t about public image.” “It never is with you.”

Vinny ~”Shush dog. Vinny wrestles the dog until it passes out. Vinny ~”Sweet dreams mutt.” Guard wakes up. Vinny ~”You should not sleep on the job fucker.” Pop. Pop. Vinny ~”God damn asshole.” Vinny whistles. .................... …With Rob and Rene, Torrio and Gangi, Cummings… Cummings ~”Let's go. We going in through the guard house.” Rob and Rene goes left. Rob ~”Try stay behind me.”

I sat on the floor, crossed my legs, and opened the folder. The first page was Marcus Vane. Head of pack security. He controlled every guard, every patrol, every route in and out of the territory. His schedule was tight—office by six in the morning, home by eight at night, always with at least two guards nearby. Too visible. Too risky. I flipped to the next page.

"You're serious?" Sean slipped his phone away. "Very." A minute later security arrived. Several large men approached immediately. "Mr. Whitmore." The lead guard smiled politely. "We'll need you to leave." Rowan almost laughed. "You know who I am?" The familiar card finally appeared. Meanwhile the security guard remained completely unfazed. "Yes." Rowan looked satisfied. Then the guard continued. "And this is Vale Group." The satisfaction disappeared instantly. The guard smiled again. "Whoever you are outside doesn't matter inside."

She looked quite frightened as she ran past him to hide behind the door that leads to an exit route. Two security guards, came by panting and at the sight of Xavier, they halted as one asked" Good day sir, you happen to see a young lady, fair with long dark hair?" Xavier's mind stood blank. Of course, he saw a lady exactly the way they described but he could remember vividly that the lady in question told him to shut his mouth with a sign. He exhaled and pointed to the elevator and the two guards muttered "thank you" and ran into the elevator.

he growled, his eyes narrowing. Vinnie's men moved closer, their intentions sinister. _Vinnie's Men Make Their Move_ As Anna and Nelson stepped out of the conference room, Vinnie's men closed in. Anna's security detail, provided by Nelson, swiftly intervened. "Get back!" one of the guards growled, shielding Anna. Vinnie's men hesitated, then retreated into the shadows. Anna's heart raced. "Thank you," she whispered to the guards. Nelson's face darkened. "We're not safe. We need to get out of here, now."

The man at the front caught my attention immediately. I recognized him. Marcus. For years, he had served as chief security guard at Vance's estate. Now he looked barely human. Frost coated his eyebrows and beard. His hands shook uncontrollably as he gripped the bars for support. "Miss Vane..." His voice was little more than a rasp. "Please. We're not here to cause trouble." His breathing came in ragged bursts. "They threw us out." I raised an eyebrow. "Who did?" Marcus laughed bitterly.