Tʜᴇ Mᴀғɪᴀ Aɴᴅ Hᴇʀ Bᴏᴅʏɢᴜᴀʀᴅ (ɢxɢ) ᴀɴɢɪᴇ_ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Chapter 3

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Paris ran as fast as she could, going up the stairs that lead to the yacht's rooftop. She gazed around, and before she could even decide what she was going to do next, she heard a sudden gunshot that scared the shit out of her.

She was doomed.

The gunshot resonated in the air. It wasn't aimed at anyone, it was just a threat from Kai to frighten Paris.

Without having much of a choice, Paris turned around to face her fate. The gun that was previously aiming at the sky, was now pointing towards her in Kai's hand. The bodyguards were standing behind their boss, also aiming their guns at Paris.

"Be my bodyguard, or be the Fish's food? You choose Paris." Kai asked in a demanding voice as she stepped forward, walking closer to Paris.

Seeing this, Paris slowly retreated some steps back, raising both of her hands to the air. However, Kai kept coming closer as Paris kept retreating, reaching almost the edge of the Yacht's rooftop.

Hearing no response from the other, Kai continued, "My patience is limited. I'm going to count to three."

Paris still remained silent, her teeth clenched together inside her mouth.

"One." *BANG!* Kai shot the air once again.

Paris' body squirmed as she heard the gunshot coming pass her but not hitting her. Her fists clenched along with her teeth, she didn't know what to do in this situation.

Kai perked a brow, enjoying her reactions. "Two..."

"Aagh!" Paris shouted, frustrated. She felt like she was in between a wall and a sword. In this case, in between a gun and the ocean. "Being your bodyguard? I'd rather DIEEE!" Her voice sounded high pitched at the last part.

What Paris did next was something that Kai was not expecting at all. She actually ran and jumped off the yacht. Not even considering the other option she had. Such a stubborn woman!

The bodyguards immediately gazed down to look for her, but there was no trace left behind, she actually vanished in the ocean.

"Let her go this time." Kai sighed, shaking her head. Next time they meet, she will make sure that it's not near the ocean.

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It was already night, and Paris was able to find her way back home. The yacht was fortunately near land, so she swam back, and then asked around town until finding her way back.

When she got back home, she found Parker on the living room. He was crouching down, organizing some books that seemed to have been knocked on the ground.

"Parker, pack your bags. We are leaving-" Her words were cut off when Parker lifted his head up to face her. His eyes were red and moist, as if he was crying not long ago.

Seeing this, Paris gazed around the house, becoming aware of the disaster in front of her. It was not only books that were knocked to the ground, but also other furniture, like the table, and some decorations.

"Who did this? Was it Kai's fucking people?" Paris asked with both a concerned and furious expression on her face.

"Kai who? What are you talking about?" Parker asked back, not knowing what she was talking about

"The mafias, of course. If it wasn't them, who would do such thing then?" Hearing no response from Parker, she continued, "Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" She examined his body, making sure there was no scratch on him. There wasn't.