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"No, he didn't. I've always rejected him. Ever since I got a bodyguard, he's been cheating on me behind my back. He also doesn't dare mess with me because Nathan never leaves my side. It bothered me at first, but now I'm so grateful that Nathan has taken care of me." He breathed a sigh of relief as he stroked his chest. "You don't need to doubt the quality of Security Black's bodyguards. They are truly professional and highly trained. Many are satisfied with their performance." "Emh, b-but...you know about.... scandal that happened to me? That...I can explain..." Unexpectedly, he waved his hand.

I scowl at him and throw a hanger but he dodges just in time. "Don't underestimate me. I'm a bodyguard." "Which rich person will you be protecting?" Mint asks curiously. "Pa–" I quickly stop. I can't tell him the truth. "Liana King. You probably don't know her." I say. It's safer to have him think I am guarding and living with a woman. "What?! You're the bodyguard for the Liana King?! How? What luck did you receive?!" "Huh? You know her?" I ask, completely confused at his fanboy attitude.

asked Ruth. "Sister Ruth….I'm scared….I'm really scared…..she won’t stop until I die. And….and this is the first time somebody has…. Have ever stood up and fought for me…." I said crying. "It’s okay…..with his moves I'm sure he’s an IM-trained bodyguard…..let’s go there tomorrow maybe we will find him….. with that aside…..your shooting starts next week…hope you are ready?" She asked and I nodded. "Sister Ruth, thanks a lot….I’ll be going home today," I said.

The bodyguard is completely flustered! He hurried to have someone take the monitoring of the coffee shop to see what is going on.

She asked immediately as she stepped closer to him. “You know each other?!” “You’re the client?!” Jenna and Nimi asked simultaneously and consecutively as they both turned to Annabeth. Nimi exhaled deeply as he took his weight off the car and walked closer to them. “Remember I told you Jenna is my boss?!” “Well, I’m actually her bodyguard” he added. Annabeth’s eyes went wide immediately as her jaw dropped, but she was able to control herself quickly and masked it up with a small smile.

I guess Milt didn’t mind the thug look on his face either, “yes, also my bodyguard” The moment bodyguard rolled off my tongue, he sighed in relief. “Bodyguard” he repeated with a smug look. “You seem to be thrilled about that?” “I won’t deny it, I desperately hoped that you would be single from the minute I saw you walk in” he replied spinning me twice. “And who says I am single?” “Your bodyguard wouldn’t be your date if you weren’t single” he answered. We both laughed it off. “I have heard a lot about you” he continued.

His dark eyes, reflected in the rearview mirror, watch me with the familiarity of someone who has buried bodies for me. "Thank you," I murmur, practicing my French as I adjust the Italian leather bag on my shoulder. Inside it, between brushes and sketchbooks, a satin holster conceals my Glock 26. My two bodyguards — John and Mike — accompany me. I know Vasily has more men scattered across Paris, discreet but ever vigilant. John is the type who draws attention without meaning to—blond like a ray of sunlight, with brown eyes so light they seem golden under the right light. Young, sculpted like an athlete, with an easy smile that once made me question boundaries in the past. A lesson learned th

The new bodyguard was a woman. Jason didn't know whether to be insulted or amused. "You've got to be kidding me." He looked from his grandmother's smiley face to the tomboy standing at attention like a soldier reporting for duty. "Her?" "Her name is Jenna Smith," Helena said. "And she comes highly recommended." "She could as well be one of my fitness coaches." "Fitness coaches don't have her training." Jason moved in a circle around Jenna slowly. She didn't flinch or move, she just stood still.

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?"

Warm blood splattered across the side of my face, carrying that sharp, unsettling smell of iron. He'd been shot. But he didn't make a sound, and the arm around me didn't so much as tremble. At the same time, by the faint moonlight coming through the windows, I caught sight of Julian nearby out of the corner of my eye. The instant the shots rang out, this man, who'd once sworn to protect me with his life, the Ward family's former head bodyguard, had thrown himself, on pure instinct, straight toward Amber. He'd pinned her body beneath his, and even after a stray round grazed his arm, slowing him down further, he never once let go of her.