Her Bodyguard

Chapter Seventeen

Calida got the text at midnight. Joachim and his men were on their way. Earlier, she thought she would handle the situation, but it was time for them to leave the house. Curly told her he wasn't sure what they were planning on doing, but he was certain Izar would be killed.

She grabbed her bag, which stayed packed no matter where she was or how safe she was. Calida rushed to Izar's room, knocking a couple of times.

"What the hell?" Izar groaned loudly as she opened the door.

"We have to go. It would be best if you packed a bag. We don't have much time. I want us to be out of here before daybreak. Hurry!" Calida said.

"Wait, hold on! Why are we leaving the house?" Izar asked her.

Calida stared at the rat's nest that was Izar's hair before staring at the dramatic girl. Izar took a deep breath. Calida's eyes burned holes through her body, sending heat everywhere. That was enough to send her back into her room.

"Pack only necessities. You don't need a lot," Calida told her.

Izar rolled her eyes as she grabbed a bag from her closet. Calida left her there. She returned back to her room in search of the suitcase that had her weapons. Six custom-made daggers, the two custom-made sleek SIG Sauer P320 that Izar's father had given her, and her customized brass knuckles. She pulled the knuckles and three daggers out of the suitcase before closing it.

Calida grabbed her holster. It had two glock 19 9 mm Luger already sitting comfortably in the holster. The last time she had been out with her holster, she did not bother about keeping the guns back in the suitcase. It wasn't very careful on her part, but a lot had been happening. Calida got a clean blue suit from her closet. With enough time to shower, she headed straight for her bathroom.

Izar was done in a few minutes, ready to leave the house. She was smart enough to wear something comfortable if they had to stop and run. Besides, she wasn't sure she would be able to deal with Calida laughing at her over her clothing. For a few seconds, she didn't know what to do with herself. Not until her stomach grumbled. She hurried to the kitchen, making breakfast for herself and Calida. She filled a flask with water, another with coffee, and one with fresh juice for Calida. It felt like they were going on a picnic rather than leaving the house because someone wanted her dead.

Calida's phone rang out loud. She hurried out of the bathroom and grabbed it.

"Hello, Mr. Sterling. It's good that you called. I was going to call anyway," she said into the phone.

"Ms. Arell. How's my daughter? Is she safe? The detective told me her friend had been hospitalized," he said.

Calida dried her hair with a towel as she thought of what to say to him.

"Yes, sir. But Calida is safe and sound. However, we're leaving her house. I'm taking her to an undisclosed location. I can't tell you where it is for our safety," she replied.

Mr. Sterling huffed. "Well, alright. Let me know when you're safe. The detective is yet to get any good information. Do take care."

Calida ended the call before he did. Everything was off, and she didn't trust the so-called detective he had hired. She had more information at the tips of her fingers than he had. After pulling on clean underwear, Calida found a white long-sleeved shirt.

Training to be a bodyguard had been hell. It took years to achieve the skills she had. But asides from being a bodyguard, Calida was the perfect killing machine. She pulled on her holster and her suit jacket. She placed her daggers in her ankle holsters.

After getting ready, Calida took everything she needed and left the room. She walked out to the sitting room, and the aroma from breakfast hit her.

"Are you ready to go?" She asked Izar, who was sitting comfortably on the loveseat.

"I am. But where are we going?" She asked her.

Calida shrugged. "Somewhere safer than your house. We're taking my car. It's faster."

Even though Izar grumbled something about antique cars, Calida paid her no attention. She had plans, and she wasn't going to let Izar ruin them for her.

Izar sat in the car. She was still sleepy from waking up in the middle of the night. But Calida paid her no attention, and she continued to drive.

The burning rays of the sun were what woke Izar up. She picked up her phone to check the time. It was already 9 AM.

"Where are we?" She asked Calida, who was just staring at her.

From the looks of it, they were on the other side of the city, in a dilapidated building. And to make matters worse, Calida was driving into the building.

"What the hell? Where exactly are you taking me? What the fuck are you doing?" Izar yelled.

Calida rolled her eyes. "Don't yell. You're hurting my ears. If I wanted to kill you or do anything bad to you, I'd have done it long ago. Besides, you're not my type. So, don't worry."

It wasn't the fact that Calida was stoic that pissed her off. It was what she said that hurt. How come she wasn't Calida's type? What did she even mean by that? She was everybody's type, including her stoic, rigid bodyguard, whom she was beginning to like a little too much.

By the time she thought of something to say, Calida had parked the car already. Izar looked around. They were in a parking lot but underground. She couldn't explain how they were underground to herself. Calida stepped out of the car and walked over to her side. She held the door open for her to come down.

"Where are we exactly?" She asked Calida.

"Somewhere safe. Come on, let us go inside."

Calida opened a door in the wall with a palm print scan. Izar was speechless, but she followed her inside. Calida got their bags and her suitcase. Then she asked for Izar's phone, and she went through the phone for a few minutes. When she smashed the phone, Izar yelled.

"It's for your safety. I'm taking it with me. You have to stay here. I'll be back."

Izar watched her evil bodyguard leave the room with what was left of her phone. There was nothing she could do or say. Even though she was the boss of her bodyguard, she had to obey her every single time.

Calida left the building. There was no way she would get in a crossfire or anything with a pack of hungry assassins with her antique 1968 Jaguar 340 saloon. She drove for a few minutes before stopping at an auto shop.

"Ricky!" Calida yelled as she got out of the car.

"Oh, my goodness! If it isn't Calida. What brings you here?" A grumpy-looking man asked.

"I need an ugly car. But it has to be fast. I don't mind anyone. I'll be leaving Storm with you. I'll come to get her once my job is done," Calida said.

"You'll keep her in the spare garage then. Drive in. I'll go find you something," Ricky replied.

Calida parked her car in the spare garage behind Ricky's auto shop. Once it was safe, she headed back out to him. A different car was sitting in the same spot where Storm had been. She took the keys from him. After saying goodbye, she sped off. It was time to pay Joachim a surprise.

The drive to Izar's house was a short one from the auto shop. Calida's instinct had been right. A black car with tinted glasses was parked in front of the house. Her phone went off as the security app pinged constantly. It meant they had only just gotten to the house. She got out, putting her phone on do not disturb.

Calida locked the car and walked up to the front door. She rang the doorbell and waited patiently for them to open the door. It had been a long while since she had fun. She pulled on her brass knuckles. It was time for her to have fun. 

The door sprang open and Calida smiled sweetly.

"Hi. I'm looking for someone named Joachim."