Gauarded hearts

Chapter 8

Rosen

Not even 3 hours being home and she's already scaring me shitless, I swear this woman is going to kill me. I heard some rustling in the kitchen and I went all guns blazing only to realize it was Jasmine struggling to breathe. She's now laying her head down on the counter with her inhaler crying. I'm stuck in my place, she's only wearing a silk blue robe, and everything is sticking to her body. Her hair is dripping wet, leaving puddles of water on her floor. Her hair is black long and wavy. She is a stunning brown glow to her body. Once I regain my thought process I put my gun back in its holster.

"Jasmine, let's get you to bed." I slowly pick her up and go towards the elevator, she's clearly not all there. Today was a shit show, she needs her sleep. She may act all tough and badass but right now she is just another human with a lot of emotions. She must have had another panic attack. But this one must have worn her out or completely drained her. Once I get to her floor I'm amazed at how gorgeous it really is. She must have put alot of time and effort into making her dream home. I lay her on her bed and pull the covers to cover herself. I open her mini fridge and take out a Gatorade. Just so she can have some fluids once she wakes up. I turn off her shower, I turn down her music. Once I cleaned up her area I turn off her lights and shut the blinds. Once I'm happy she will be good. I walk out of her room and go back downstairs to the security office. Once I severe the perimeter and check all the doors and windows I sit at the desk and check the cameras. My phone rings.

"Talk to me, Jake."

"So training will start tomorrow at 8 am. Bring her to the warehouse."

"Will do."

"How is she, she hasn't answered any of my messages."

"She had another panic attack, and fell asleep at the kitchen counter, I carried her to her bed. She's alive and safe now."

"SHIT, ok this is the worse time. But she will make a good Princess, she's a fighter. I just hope these panic attacks don't kill her first." Jake says sighing

"She will be ok. Hows the other princess?"

"Oh, um shes a handful. But shes alot worse than Jasmine. She has quit a temper. I swear she is going to kill me." Jake says laughing.

"Haha ok ill keep that in mind. Anyway, I'm about to head to bed. Long day tomorrow."

"Aight. Talk to you tomorrow." Jake hangs up.

After an hour I finally head to bed. My room is a little bigger than the room I have at my home. But it's super cozy. Feels like home. Jasmine does have an amazing taste. Sleep finally hits me. And I'm hit with nightmares.

Age 17
"Rosen don't do this, don't leave me like this. I won't move on. Your the love of my life Rosen. Please don't do this. I'll have sex with you. I'll do anything if you please don't leave me." she says crying begging on her knees.

"I have to leave you June bug. I'm not good for you. You have to move on." I say walking away from her.

Age 12

"Rosen, you know what you have to do. They hurt little kids they sell them to slavery. They have to go. Finish them." My father says. Handing me a gun. I hold it with steady hands. I look at this bastard's face and pull the trigger. The moment the bullet flights through the air and through the guy's head. I feel blood splatter on my face.  Along with brains and guts coating my body and the floor. I had the gun back to my father and look him in the eyes.

"Is it finished?" I ask looking for a sign I did good.

"Yes, now Jake, Marcos, and you will clean this mess up. Then go to school." My father says walking away.

"Rosen, Marcos grab the tarp," Jake says but I can't move. I just killed somebody. I'm shaking so hard.

"ROSEN!" Jake says but I can't move or breath.

"Hey, let's get this over with, Rosen go shower me and Marcos will take care of this mess," Jake says pushing me out of the room. Once out I head straight to the shower and I turn on the hot water as hot as it goes hoping it will burn the memory but it doesn't.

End nightmares

I wake up drenched with sweat and I feel a pressure on my chest making it hard to breathe. Nightmares are the worse. I check the clock and it's only 5 am. Every time I sleep it's only 3 hours and I always have nightmares of my past. I get out of bed and check the cameras making sure Jasmine is still asleep then I head to the shower to wash off the nightmares. Once I'm out I look at myself in the mirror. As I stare at myself I notice redness in my honey-brown eyes, lack of sleep will do that. I'm 6'3 200 lbs of muscle. And full of tattoos. I definitely play the bodyguard type. It's not the type of job I would like. I would rather be behind a screen all day. But in special cases ill do anything. So if I have to be a bodyguard for the love of my life then so be it. I sigh and get dressed in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. It's supposed to be cold today. But with Jasmine training today we will be doing alot of shooting guns and showing her the ropes of her roles. Then we can see what her talent is. I'm hoping she's good with guns. That was my talent. But then again I was trained since the age of 6. But I have a feeling she is an expert.

"Jasmine. Rise and shine sleeping beauty. We have a busy day.  Open her curtains to let the sunlight into her room. She groans and covers her face in her pillow, and pulls her covers to hide from the light. Now that will not do. I walk over to her bed and yank the covers off her body.

"ROSEN, god your such a fucking dick!" She jumps up and slaps my face. I groan.

"Jasmine, we have to go in 20 minutes. I even made you coffee. Now shower and wear something comfortable we have a long day." I say noticing she must not have gotten alot of sleep either. 

20 minutes I'm standing on the main floor leaning against the counter when I hear footfalls coming down the stares. I smile when I spot her in a pair of black sweatpants and a grey crop hoodie her hair is done in a messy bun. She doesn't have any makeup on her brown smooth skin. She glares at me and I hold back a laugh.

"Let's go your dad and brother are waiting for you." I feel bad this day is not going to be fun for her. She has no idea what will happen. I feel guilty knowing what is about to happen. Once we get into garage 2 I open her door for her and go to the driver seat. I pull out my phone.

    Jake- Do it now.

I sigh and pull out a syringe as quietly as I can. She is taking a sip of her coffee I reach over and stab her in the neck with the sleeping drug. She can kill me later.

"What the fu.." she doesn't finish the sentence when the door flies open and a black cover is thrown over her head and she gets pulled out of my car. She gets tied up and moved to a black SUV.

"OK, now we can go." Mr. White says closing the doors and heading out towards the warehouse. This is a training session and a test to see how Jasmine will handle this. It's common for training. Jake, June, and anyone associated with the mafia is forced into this test. I just hope she will live through this, and come on top. Hopefully, she can escape in time. This test will be brutal. She already suffered alot. 

We arrive at the warehouse and she is already tied up to a metal chair bag is still over her head. They duck-taped her mouth. And took her phone. They searched her for any weapons but didn't find any.

"Lets the games begin. Shes waking up. Boys lets start." Mr. White said.