Our Bodyguard|18+

Fifty-two

Trigger warning: suggested abortion, violence, and sexual assault. None of it, by any means, is hereby glorified in this book.

Red

Back in my apartment, I break the bathroom concealment mirror with a hammer to release the armory behind it. A set of machine guns and ammunition sprawl into view, and deep in my guts I know there's pure bloodlust inside me begging for release. And I'm gonna act upon it. I'm going to kill that sonofabitch.

For the next thirty minutes, I pack a duffel bag, change into full black, and grab my passport, while making and receiving calls in between. Smith phoned and said Anne escaped the safehouse after putting all the guards to sleep, and Eliot wants to deal with her himself. I don't give a fuck about that.

At last, the call I longed for is here.

“Remember Silver? He'll be waiting for you in Montreal. His men will be at your disposal if you need an extra hand,” Grandpa speaks. “Did that excuse of a man call you?”

“Not yet.” I uncap the water bottle, the first thing I'm taking after the foolish bourbon afternoon that led to this. “And I'm not waiting.” I know where he is.

Assuming, that is. Unless the necklace flew itself to Montreal then all is set.

“Remember, Rayden,” Grandpa insists as I chug the room-temperature water in the kitchen, “you're a strong warrior your father would be proud of. But don't let emotions get in the way; I can tell what a jellybean you are for that woman. She was once his wife, regardless of what an ugly tell-tale their marriage was, so he will play dirty because you dishonored him by snatching his woman. I believe that’s all he has in mind.”

He always plays dirty. And I can too. And he was anything but honored so there's not a single fiber in my body that ever feels guilty for having Mia.

"I know,” I reply, eyes on the Glock-17 on the countertop that Grandpa himself gave me many years back.

“Good, my big thunder. Now, what else do you need to bring another Hunter back home?”

“A chopper and pilot.”  I shove the Glock into my jeans' holster. “I'll be in Canada by dawn and I'll only have twelve hours to end this. Get Silver on standby; someone will send him the coordinates shortly to secure the possible targets.”

"Roger that. Be careful, Rayden. I'll kill you if don't honor your promise to return home in one piece,” I hear from Grandpa as I reach for the duffel bag, ready to go.

“I intend to.” I end the call upon his assent.

All I'm praying for is for Eliot to buy us those twelve hours. He found a way to keep Mia safe for a while wherever she may be. I don't get how he does things but anything to save my family is worth a try.

The doorbell rings and a deep frown manipulates my features. I wasn't expecting a soul. Only Mia has been the person familiar with my forsaken apartment all this time. And maybe Marlow who... Fuck! I ready my pistol before checking the intercom.

But no, it's Kenna.

“What?” I snap once she walks in.

“I'm coming with you,” she replies. I squint my eyes because it wasn't the plan. “I mean, she's my friend, Red! I know you don't believe it but she is the only friend I have and I want to be there for her the same way she always was for me! You can't stop me. Besides, you need extra help you know I’m anything but a liability.” She sounds determined.

I let out a breath. Of course, she's excellent in gunnery and combat. I wouldn't worry about keeping her alive and all the while I need any help I can get to save Mia.