MY BODYGUARD

MY BODYGUARD chapter 18

The nurse checks over my ankle and as I thought, it's just a sprain still. She wraps an elasticated bandage around it to keep it secure, gives me some pain relief tablets, tells me to rest it, then leaves. Nothing I didn't already know what to do anyway, but it's good to know it isn't broken. I wave goodbye to the nurse and thank Harrison for his help.

Tom reaches out a hand to help me the rest of the way to my room.

T: Okay, now rest. No more running away on Max and trying to jump big gates.

Y: I only ran away because I was tired of your shit.

I laugh a little to make sure he knows I'm joking. Even though that was partly the reason I did it.

T: I shouldn't have shouted, once again, I'm sorry.

Y: I know, it's okay. You need to get some sleep now too, off you pop.

T: Am I not allowed to stay tonight then?

He smirks and I scoff to myself, eventually giving in to his dark alluring eyes. I grab his shirt and pull him in my room, smashing my lips against his, this is wrong, but it feels so right.

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Friday

We spent the whole night cuddling with each other and watching The Office. At first, Tom was hesitant of me wrapping my leg around him, but he soon gave in. I fell asleep to Toms soft heartbeat and I wake up the same way.

I smile to myself as I inhale his masculine cologne. I feel him fidget a little so I look up, only to catch his eyes staring back at me.

T: Good morning doll.

Y: Good morning.

I smile and wrap my arm around his waist as he strokes my hair with his arm behind my head.

T: So, what is on the agenda today for you?

Y: Well, I would love to just spend the day in bed but I know you probably have work to do.

T: I'd love that too but yes; Marco is still on the loose and I'm not going to stop until he is dead.

I drop my smile as he talks about killing Marco, but I then remember all the things he has done and I don't feel so bad. I also need to understand that this is Tom's job, and he will do whatever is expected of him. I nod agreeably and Tom places a reassuring kiss on my head.

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Tom leaves the room soon after our little talk to avoid any suspicion from Harrison or any of the other men. I take a quick shower and throw on a floral off the shoulder dress with some white converse trainers. I finish off by doing my teeth, shoving my hair into a ponytail and applying a slither of makeup to my glowy face.

As I reach the bottom of the stairs, I hear faint shouting in the back garden. Frowning suspiciously, I walk slowly towards the back door. A gasp leaves my mouth as I see Tom, Harrison, James and Theo pointing their guns at a group of men facing towards them, also pointing guns our way. Tom hears my terrified gasp and shouts for me to lock myself in the office. I frantically nod and do as he says. As I enter the office, I open the top drawer of the desk to find the emergency Glock. I grip it hard, my hands shaking. Trying to steady my breath, I peer out of the window into the front garden. As I look for cars or any sign of Marco, I hear an assertive cough behind me, making my whole body stiffen with fright.

M: Well. That was easy to find you.

Marco...

M: Not going to say hello?

I stand, completely still like a statue. My body trembling and my hand still holding tight to the gun as best as I can with them growing more and more clammy. I don't answer him.

M: I see how it is. Well, your trusty bodyguards are too busy thinking the target is outside. Little do they know that they've sent you right into my grasp. Clever huh?

Y: Fuck you. I'm not afraid to use this Glock.

M: Oh, but I think you are. I can see how shaky you are. Do I make you that nervous? That's good to know.

I spin around, trying hard to not cry. I point my gun straight at him but he just laughs and points one straight back at me. Taking in a deep breath, I adjust my stance and contemplate running for the door. After a couple of seconds, I go for it.

I make it through the kitchen, Marco hot on my heels, and reach the back door. I try to shout Tom but half way through, a pair of hands tackle me from behind. A hand around my mouth and the other placing a gun against the side of my head, making me let out a muffled cry. Tom still manages to hear my half shout and I can see his face burn with anger.

T: FUCK!

Before him or any of the men can run towards me, the group in the back garden start firing. I squirm in Marcos's grip, trying to make sure Tom was okay, but a hard blow to my head knocks me out cold and I fall to the floor unconscious.