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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

"You up for the job?" "I um... Um....I am..." I couldn't even form a complete thought. I was not expecting her to ask for me to be her bodyguard. There was no way in hell I could do that. She and her bodyguard go everywhere together, alone most of the time. I could not be alone with her and control myself. I didn't want that job; I couldn't do it. I wasn't strong enough to be around her that much, she made me weak, and she made me vulnerable. I was fine with loving her from a distance, but being with her day after day, I couldn't do it. Noticing my inability to answer, apparently Mitch took that as a yes, "Alright then that's settled. Damian, I now assign you as Ophelia's Bodyguard." Oh fuck

A white Car drove past them and stopped in front of them. "Your ride is here, the mafia awaits your return." Sergio said. Lorenzo opened the door of the car and stepped inside. He took one last look at the DeVille building anticipating his return. Soon, his eyes met those of Viviana which seemed teary. She had stood close to the pillars far away from being noticed. She stood there helplessly watching the vehicle pass by her until the contact their eyes made was slowly severed. * * * * "Did you make sure to bug his new line?" Marco said to a young man who was one of the mafia soldiers.

Abby's pov I fretted , looking frantically in search of the chocolate colored man who I have bumped into earlier. I believe strongly that the code wallet will either be with him or somewhere around the spot where i fell. " Stop joking around and tell me where my code wallet is " I heard the man's cold voice behind me. I turned slowly to see his stern eyes glaring at me. Okay i take back the word that this man right here won't hurt me in public, because right now he seem to be willing to cause a scene.

The sudden quiet rang louder than the gunfire had. “Where are we?” I whispered. “Safe enough for now.” He dismounted and offered his hand again. “Come on.” I stayed where I was, staring at him in the faint moonlight filtering through the trees. “You still haven’t told me who you really are.” He met my eyes, serious. “Bodyguard. Temporary. Hired under the radar.” “My father?” He gave a tiny nod. Something in my stomach twisted. Of course. My father always had a plan. But why hadn’t anyone warned me?

Routine reminded me why I was here. I wasn’t here as that woman. I wasn’t here as a mistake from six years ago. I was here as Anna Smith. A bodyguard. An employee. Nothing more. As I stepped out of my room and into the quiet hallway, my senses sharpened automatically. Every sound. Every shadow. Every movement registered. But no matter how focused I tried to be, one thought refused to leave my mind. Zayne Harrison was watching me now. And once a man like him started watching… he never stopped.

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

I smirk at the thought, for it's very pathetic. He takes off my last shoe, gently, and slowly he rises up. His large and pleasant frame hovers beside my bed, and as always he doesn't utter a syllable as he makes sure everything around me is in order. That's my bodyguard. The windows seem well shut, the AC is running to my liking, and other security details he affirms; the ones only he understands. I just watch him as he does it all. But fuck, I need to get out of this dress—it's too tight.

"You have got to be kidding me!" "Boss, I really wish I was," the bodyguard said from the other end. "I just sent you the CCTV footage. I could be wrong, but it has been disturbing me for hours, so you should take a look at it yourself." The laugh in my throat instantly fizzled out. This was the first time this particular bodyguard was so serious and almost certain about a problem. As a result, I couldn't help but feel dread. After hanging up, I clicked on my mailbox. There was indeed a video there. I downloaded it and pressed play immediately.

I question, cutting him off. “I’m watching Mrs. Zephyr, sir, keeping an eye on her as instructed by Boss Rafa.” I frown. “Why?” I demand. He parts his lips to speak, but I continue before he can. “Yes, you’re her assigned bodyguard, but you are only to protect and keep an eye on her when she’s outside the mansion. The millions of cameras in this house are already doing the job that you claim to be doing.” “I understand, sir, but I’m just doing as instructed,” he answers flatly.