My Billionaire Bodyguard

Chapter 31

Elijah Clementine Kirovsky Regalonte

"Ma'am," I greeted, bowing my head in front of the co-owner of Regalontes, the private security company where I work.

"I don't remember asking you to come back home, Clementine."

Home.

Tumaas ang sulok ng mga labi ko sa sinagot nito.

It wasn't an order but a reminder to come back every time I heard she would be in the country. Not because I needed to report to her about work, but because I knew the chaos that would happen at home whenever she returned.

She and my father would play their usual game—a dangerous game of life and death.

I walked towards her.

Sitting on the couch was my mother, Elena Kamila Kirovskaya, 56, a retired Russian assassin. She is the co-owner of the private security company owned by my father, where I was a bodyguard.

And the reason why I work as a bodyguard after resigning as a navy seal is because of their plans for me—which I never questioned because I trust them. They told me that in order for me to be the next head, I need to first start from the lowest. Kahit anak nila ako ay hindi nila ako bibigyan kg special treatment.

I am not expecting either.

"Are you here because you miss Daddy or are you here because you miss Mommy?"

"Ma'am--"

"Come on, Clementine. You are in our house so drop the formality. Hindi mo ako boss at tayo-tayo lang naman ang narito so call me mom," sabi niya.

Her legs were crossed as she continue to wipe the knife she was holding. When I realized what she was doing, I shook my head and looked around.

I think I'm late.

"Where is Dad?" I asked. I didn't bother answering her question because it was just her teasing me again.

Sandali niya ako na tiningnan ng matalim niyang mga mata at hindi rin naman tumagal nang ituro niya kung nasaan ito.

She held the knife and pointed it up, where I immediately looked. At nang makita ko sa taas ng ceiling ang hinahanap ko--na nakadikit ng hindi ko alam kung anong klase ng tape ay napailing ako.

"Hmm!" That's when my father looked at me and made a sound for help. His eyes are desperately looking at me. But he's not moving, mukhang takot siyang bumagsak na lang bigla kapag kumilos siya.

"Mom," I shut my eyes and sighed in frustration.

"Don't worry, son. He's fine"

How the fck did she put dad there alone?

I sigh deeply again. Napahawak ako sa ulo ko at tumawag ng mga guwardiya na magbababa sa dad. Dahil sigurado naman na walang ibang tutulong sa kaniya. Takot ang mga tauhan sa mom at walang kahit sino ang gusto na lumapit ni ang makita ito.

"What time did you arrive?" I asked her while still looking at my father. Napabuntong hininga ako at nakaramdam ako ng pitik sa ulo ko.

It gets worse every time she's back. The last time, Dad was tied up in the middle of our pool surrounded by a lot of snakes. And now... this.

"4:00 a.m," she answered without even looking at me. Napatingin ako sa kaniya na parang walang pakialam dahil patuloy lang ito sa pagpunas ng hawak na kutsilyo.

She looks fine, still the same as a year ago. She hasn't gained or lost weight. Even her hair is still the same length as it was last year. Mom doesn't even look like she's aging.