We pull onto the opposite side of the road, a couple minutes down just so Marco doesn't catch us right away. I pull the hood of my black coat over my head for cover, walking round to the boot of the car with the two bodyguards by my side. Tom hands me a pistol from the ammunition bag before taking one for himself, Harrison loading his own. I inhale deeply before shutting the boot and following Harrison down the road, Tom walking behind me, I was in a safety sandwich.
I keep my breath at a steady speed, trying to not have a panic attack. I feel a hand slide onto my waist from behind and I instantly feel calmer, knowing that I'm not alone in this. I place my hand on his and give it a slight squeeze before letting go as we cross the road, the house now only a few steps away. The sound of my heartbeat dominates the sound of the rushing cars passing by, shaky breaths leaving my cold lips.
We reach the house and Harrison tells me to stay with Tom as he checks the back for any unwelcoming guards. He returns shortly with a shake of his head, guiding us the way he just came back from. We enter an overgrown garden with cigarette butts scattered across the patio, the ash painting the, what I assume where white tiles, dark grey. Tom tries the door and to our luck, it's unlocked, although, it seems too easy.
T: Harrison, stay with Y/N, I'll go first to check that downstairs is clear.
Harrison nods as we crouch down beside the kitchen table. I gag at the sight of left-over food littering the floor, sending a potent, rotten smell through my nose. I use my fingers as a peg on my nose to stop me from actually throwing up, and I avert my eyes away from the disgusting sight. I almost jump out of my skin when Tom reappears beside us, whispering to tell us that it's clear downstairs. Why does Marco love to hide upstairs?
I tiptoe in-between Tom and Haz, Tom In front, up the stairs. We all freeze as I place my foot on a creaky floor board, squinting my eyes shut in hope that no one upstairs heard it. Tom shoots me a look from in front and I glance back, mouthing that I was sorry. We stand for a second but no one appears, odd. Carrying on, we spot three rooms, one of them hopefully containing Marco. No lights shine under any three of the doors, making me doubt that we where in the right place. That is, until someone bursts through one of the doors, clearly surprised to see us as he scrambles back in and tries to shut it again, although, Tom manages to block it with his foot and pushes the door inwards with force.
The guy behind it falls back and scurries to his feet. Harrison goes for one of the other doors and kicks it open, trying to get to Marco before all of this commotion scares him away again. I follow behind him as I hear Tom fire a shot in the other room. Poor guy.
We find no one in the second room, the third one now being our only hope. Tom swings the last door open, and there stands Marco, holding a rope in his hands.
T: Come on, where you really going to take the pleasure of killing you away from me by doing it yourself? Should've been quicker mate, cause now we'll make you suffer.
I stand back as Tom and Harrison grab a hold of him, forcing him to his knees. He looks up at me, not with terror or fright, but with a smirk. Even before death, his face shows no mercy. It's like he doesn't care, about anything.
Y: I can't watch this.
I drop my pistol to the floor and run outside into the garden again. I gulp in air as I try to remain collected. Marco deserves this, but it's creepy how calm he is, like he knows something we don't.
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I don't ask what they did to Marco in the car journey back, I just know they did what was needed and then disposed both bodies in the back garden. In a way, I'm glad to not have to be scared of Marco anymore, but something still doesn't sit right with me.
We arrive back to the house, Viola greeting us at the front door with her permanent frown. The three of us grab all of the bags that we packed, even the bag of food that we didn't even need.
Y: Viola, I can't thank you enough for staying to look after Max.
V: I only stay because your father pays me good money, but in the future, look after your own giant flee-bag.
And with that, she shuffles past me and drives out of the gate. Tom and Harrison snickering like children beside me. I turn to laugh with them as we walk inside. Viola was definitely a character.
Y: I can't believe the cheek of her!
I snicker, Tom locking the door behind us.
H: She's got some sass; I'll give her that.
T: If she wasn't so old, I'd slap her for that attitude.
I laugh along with Harrison at Toms comment as I grab a bottle of water from the unnecessarily packed rucksack. The time now being 12:15, I notice my grumbling tummy. Tom follows me into the kitchen as Harrison takes his bag of ammunition back upstairs for safe keeping. It isn't until now, that I see the speckles of blood dotted across Tom's face and clothes, making my stomach turn a bit.
Y: Could you please have a shower before you put me off wanting to eat?
T: It's just a bit of blood.
I shoot him a serious look and he holds his hands up defensively.
T: Ok, fine I'm going.
He backs out of the kitchen and makes his way upstairs to have a shower to my greatest approval. I shove a couple of pepperoni pizzas into the oven for something easy to cook, taking a seat at the counter to take my shoes off. I pull my phone from my back pocket to see a missed call from my father, strange. I call back, instantly wishing I should have just left it.
D: Y/N?
Y: Hey dad, everything okay?
D: You tell me.
Y: Err, yeah why wouldn't it be?
D: My own daughter... lying to me.
Y: I don't understand.
D: I know that you went on a god damn mission with Tom and Harrison to kill Marco. Why the hell did you go?! I'm going to kill those two idiots for letting you!
Shit...
Y: Dad, please let me explain... I wanted to go; I've trained enough. I thought it would be fun...
D: FUN?! You could have gotten yourself killed!
Y: Tom and Harrison have been taking very good care of me dad...
D: Don't even start. I know how well Tom has been 'looking after you.' I'm coming to pick you up tomorrow. You're never to see Tom again.
Y: WHAT? Dad this is crazy... Tom has done his job; he's kept me safe and he's dealt with Marco. Please don't do this.
D: If it wasn't for Marco, I would never have found out what you have been up to. You and my best man have both been lying to me. I'm so disappointed.
Y: Dad wait, I...
Before I can beg him to forgive us or try to explain myself any longer, he hangs up. I drop my phone to the floor and I feel my cheeks grow hot. Tears fall, and I begin to silently sob. This is all my fault. I knew Marco had done something; I should have denied anything he said about Tom when he kidnapped me. I have to get Tom away from here. I have to get away from here. Meaning, we have to tell Harrison everything.
( Only one chapter left now! :( I really hope this has entertained some of you! I am looking forwards to writing more! )
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MY BODYGUARD
FanfictionY/N's father is a mafia boss. She is constantly being moved from one safe-house to the next, until, one day her father assigns her with a new bodyguard to take her to a safe-house in Paris. He's an asshole, but she's starting to feel closer towards...