Bodyguard (Being Edited)

Forty Three

I watch as Mikkel places his duffle bags into the trunk of the car.

I lean against Alecia as she hugs me close.

"I wish we could stay."I pout.

"He's only leaving to protect us. Well, that's what he thinks." Alecia says.

"He thinks the closer he is with you the danger he puts you in."I say, causing her to look at me.

"Awe, baby."she smiles.

"Don't let the way he presents himself make you think he loves you any less."

I smile as she hugs me and Tony steps out of the house.

"Ah. ¿Por qué tienes que irte en un día tan hermoso?"Tony frowns as he walks down the steps towards Mikkel.

"You know what's up Tony."Mikkel huffs as he closes the trunk.

"You will be coming back here, right?"Alecia asks, walking down the stairs with me.

"Yeah ma, I'll be back for Sunday."he says.

"And you'll bring Tiffany, yes?"Tony ask, his Spanish accent ringing as he throws an arm over my shoulder.

"Yeah yeah she's coming too."

I smile and blush as Mikkel dusts his hands off.

"You mind if I get a few things from the cellar?"Mikkel asks.

"You're crazy. I already have you a bag packed."Tony says before walking to the cellar door on the other side of the house.

Alecia chuckles as she walks over to Mikkel, hugging him.

"You know to stay safe. Keep that pretty girl on your arm too. Believe or not, she's pretty strong."

Hearing his mother say that makes me smile again. I never had a mother to tell me such things.

"Alright hombrecito."Tony says, walking back towards Mikkel with a large heavy looking bag.

He hands it to Mikkel, who then lefts it up effortlessly.

"Who you calling hombrecito?"Mikkel says, a smug look on his face.

I chuckle alongside Alecia as they begin fake boxing to see who was the strongest.

...

I look over at Mikkel as he drives silently.

"What?"he says.

"I can't believe you were raised by them."I smile.

"Is it cause Alecia is a sweet old black lady who cooks and loves everything and Tony is a Spaniard that makes everyone in the room happy?"he asks with a blank expression.

"YES."I say.

"Why don't you do any of that stuff?"

"Because I'm not a sweet old lady or a friendly Spaniard. I'm the Russian kid they took in."

I smile as I lean my head against his shoulder.

"You're just like them. Even if you don't see it you know."I say.

He doesn't respond and I chuckle.

....

I run into my room and then fall face first onto my bed, groaning.

Mikkel follows in, carrying two of his duffle bags. The one Tony brought him and one he had placed in the trunk previously.

"Was my bed not good enough?"he asks.

"You sleep on rocks."I say.

"And you sleep on old grass, what's that got to do with anything."

I chuckle as I turn to face him as he sits his bags down.

"Wanna celebrate our coming home?"I ask with a smile.

"Are you inviting me to have sex?"he says as his phone starts ringing.

"Mhm."I nod, biting my lip a bit.

He pulls out his phone, annoyed as he looks at the number.

Then his face goes blank slowly and he looks up at me.

"Wait right there. I'll be back."he says before stepping out of my room and closing the door.

I roll my eyes and sit up.

...

Mikkel walks outside the room with his ringing phone.

He huffs before pressing the answer button and putting his phone to his ear, not saying anything.

"Well, hello Mikkel."

He doesn't respond.

"I got some exciting knees, of late. Could what I'm hearing possibly be true? Mikkel Jensen is Don of the Italian Mafia?"

Mikkel again doesn't answer.

"I knew it. Now that you are, I have a question for you.."

The voice goes out in a chuckle as Mikkel listens.

"Do you want to play the quiet game, Mikk-"

Mikkel hangs up the phone before the voice could finish and then angrily put his phone back in his pocket.

Then he looks back towards Tiffany's room and lets out an angry breath through his nose.

Then he walks into her room.