The Bodyguard

Prologue

Aura:

I couldn't see anything.

Something is covering my face, something wet and smelly. My hands are bound behind my back, and I shift in the chair that I'm sitting on. My legs are also bound, really tightly too. After minutes of trying to untie myself, I realise that there is nothing I can do but wait for my kidnapper.

I mean, I have a pretty good idea of who my kidnapper is.  Its probably the same guy I was hired to kill. I mean, it was kinda stupid though. This man is rich, and he's also one of the most feared and powerful criminals in the country.

Man, how stupid could I get? You don't just wake up and decide to fuck up Torren Necrofi. No way. This was literally the dumbest thing I could do.

But I needed the money, no matter how utterly stupid taking on this job was. God, I can be so stubborn sometimes.

I swear this wouldn't have happened if that other guy hadn't woken up. I swear, I shot him, he was supposed to be dead. If he hadn't gotten up, I wouldn't be here. The job would be done and I'd be safely inside my apartment, in my bed, smiling at a large sum of money in my bank account.

And anyway, who the hell kidnaps someone and leaves them like this? Where are their  manners?

My pulse quickens when I hear something.

Footsteps.

I hear footsteps. Someone, maybe a bunch of someones are coming. I wait patiently as they seem to surround me. I can't help but feel nervous. This is Torren Necrofi for Pete's sake, what the fuck was I thinking?

You weren't.

Shut up.

Suddenly, the rag is ripped off my face and I wince.

Fuck me.

I look up at the man who removed the bag from my face, my eyes adjusting to the light. He smirks down at me, and I find myself smiling back. He was cute. Very handsome, in a boy-ish way. He moves away, giving way to another man.

"Hello Aura," he says. God, what the fuck? His voice. It was so deep, smooth as silk and so damn...sensual. In a dangerous way. And the way he said my name, holy gumdrops. The way it slipped off his tongue like...honey. What is this man?

Wait...how does he know my name?

I suppress a moan, then finally look at him, and I clench my jaw to stop my mouth from falling. Okay, I saw his picture, but it looks nothing like him in real life. His full lips frown in disapproval and...hate.

You tried to murder him, of course he hates you,

He looks like the kind of man your parents would warn you about. In fact, he looks like he'd threaten to kill your parents, just to get their approval. "Who sent you?" He asks. 

I blink up at the man in front of me, my eyes still trying to adjust to the lighting. Or maybe they're just trying to comprehend whether this man is real or not.

He frowns down at me, his brows furrowed. "What?" I ask.

He looks at me as if I'm crazy. And I might be, I'm literally eye fucking my kidnapper right now. I need to stop reading so many books. "You attempted to kill me, who sent you?" he asks.

Fuck.

I gasp, faking shock. If my hands weren't tied up, I would have put my hand on my mouth, just for dramatic effect.

"Me? No, you must be mistaken. See, I don't even know who you are, why on earth would I-" He pulls out something from his pocket. The picture that Vladimir gave me. The picture of him.