Her Bodyguard

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Calida had her hands above her head as the men in uniforms and guns walked into the ballroom. The man in front was dressed in casual attire, but he had a gun. Calida recognized him.

"What the hell happened here?" The man asked in surprise.

Calida shrugged. "A lot. Pedro Arell is dead and his own son is responsible. As for the henchmen, I can't say the same."

Inspector Luca Moretti stared at her in awe. "James spoke of you in high regard, I doubted him. I see why he keeps you close. You might have to come with us though."

Calida said nothing. One of the police men gestured to Izar and led her outside the ballroom. She turned to stare at Calida, but her eyes seemed to say what she couldn't. Izar needed medical attention.

"Diablo needs medical attention too, unless you want him dead from blood loss," Calida said, nodding towards the bleeding man.

Diablo probably hadn't been expecting things to go this way, which was probably why he screamed as loud as he could as he was taken into custody.

Someone stepped forward and Calida finally dropped her hands. She recognized James. "I thought you weren't going to show up," she said at the sight of the man.

"I would. Clark and I have a bet on the headcount. I'm not about to lose. I'm just glad we had this planned out..."

"I know. I would have been arrested by now. Working undercover can be a lot, especially if you're a one man army."

James nodded quietly. Calida had gone from training and working under Rocco to being sent to America. It had been different there. She was put to the test immediately. Life had been difficult, but she had adjusted. Everything had led her to this moment, to ending Diablo and his father.

"They were going to send a shipment out tonight. You saved two hundred women and girls," James stated quietly.

Calida shrugged. "When can I take Izar home? Mr. Sterling should know his daughter is safe."

James placed a hand on her shoulder. "I think he knows that already, Calida."

"I don't think he'll be bothering anyone anymore where he's going," Calida said.

"Who?" James asked as they headed out of the ballroom.

"Diablo."

"No, he won't, thanks to you. He won't be able to walk either," James stated, turning to look at Calida. He paused, took a look around and folded his arms in front of him. "What will you do about the house now? Your father's assets, everything?"

Calida shrugged. "I'm not sure. It'll take a while for me to fix everything that they've ruined. I became someone else, I took a different path just so I could end up here. Now that I'm here, I'm unsure of what to do."

James nodded. "It's fine. Take the girl, leave. You deserve this break. I'll speak to your boss."

It took ten minutes after Calida had freed Izar for them to get here. The local police and interpol. And if Calida's position had not been verified, she would have been arrested. She was home, this had been her home for the first 8 years of her life until her uncle had become greedy.

"James? Any news on him?" Calida stopped to ask the man she'd been talking to.

"None yet, I'm afraid. But we're still searching," James responded.

Calida nodded before leaving the ballroom. It would take days to clean the house properly. The bodies would be moved, identified, and buried if no one came to claim them. She walked through the blood stained hallways until she got to the room she had been avoiding.