The Bodyguards Sweetheart

CHAPTER ONE

          RIAN DALTON, CO-OWNER of Elite Protection Services, stared at the offer on the table and couldn't believe he was about to say this but the fact was, it wasn't enough to put up with CoCo Abelli. The hot-blooded heiress was a common enough sight in all the trendy Los Angeles clubs and the paparazzi loved catching her falling on her ass, slipping a nip or otherwise acting like the wild child she was.

And Rian was smart enough to steer clear of that hot mess. He regarded the older man awaiting his answer and said without regret, "Sorry, I can't take your money. You need someone who can do the job without bias and frankly, I know enough about CoCo to know that I don't want that headache-no matter how much money is put on the table. I can recommend a few highly qualified alternatives if you'd like..."

"I don't want second best for my daughter," Enzo Abelli, a paunchy man in a finely tailored suit, said in a thick Italian accent, his jowls jiggling as he shook his head. "You are the best. So I hire you. No exceptions."

"I'm flattered but I'm respectfully declining. The fact is, CoCo is the worst sort of client-determined to do the exact opposite of what I tell her to do for her own safety-it's a headache I don't need." Rian was usually the charmer, the schmoozer of the two Dalton brothers, but he was taking a page from Kane's playbook by going with the blunt approach. He fished out his phone, prepared to give the man some digits, but Enzo wasn't finished.

"She is my only child. Perhaps I have indulged her too much. She is willful, spoiled to a fault, but that is not her fault. She has a good heart. Someone is trying to use my love for her against me. They are threatening to kill her if I do not give in to their demands. Without CoCo, everything I've worked for means nothing. I would pay any sum you desire if you would agree to take my case."

Rian wanted to shut the man down again but there was something about the sincerity in the older man's voice that tugged at his sense of right and wrong. The man-a billionaire three times over-was simply a father trying to protect his daughter. Rian didn't know what it was like to have a father who gave a damn about his kids-his own father had been a miserable son of a bitch who'd nearly killed him on several occasions. Hell, if it hadn't been for Kane, he'd probably be dead. So, hearing the desperation in Enzo's voice did something to a long-buried childhood wish that his father had been decent.

Sensing Rian was backsliding, Enzo pushed a little harder. "The FBI are working to find this miscreant and it should only take a few days, a week at the most, to end this nightmare. Surely you can take on a week? I would happily make it worth your while."

A week with CoCo? That was a tall order. Enzo would have to throw in a yacht.

It wasn't only that she was a handful and would likely make him want to punch a wall a few times, but CoCo was a drop-dead gorgeous blonde with a body that always turned heads-including his own.

He'd been at the same clubs, winding down, when he'd seen her the first time, all legs and hips, looking like a traffic violation in her tight dress and stiletto heels, and for a split second, he'd entertained the idea of introducing himself. But then he'd recognized her from the tabloids and he'd steered clear. The last thing the business needed was bad press from hanging out with the wrong people. That included CoCo and her little posse.

Just politely let the old guy down and chalk this one up to an unfortunate conflict of interest, the voice of reason told him but damn, if his mouth didn't start moving with its own agenda. "A week at the most?" Rian repeated and Enzo nodded vigorously. "All right. I can commit to a week. Anything after that, we'll have to find something else."

"Of course, of course," Enzo said, agreeing quickly. "Thank you, Mr. Dalton."

"Well, don't thank me yet. You haven't heard my terms. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but your daughter isn't known for following rules. And she's not going to like the rules I put down for her safety. It's your job to ensure that she listens, otherwise you're throwing good money after bad."