The Bodyguard

Chapter 03

Aura

SUNLIGHT SPILLS in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I'd been awake for hours, still not believing what had transpired the day before. It was a lot, to say the least, and I need some time to process it.

After Torren dropped the bomb on me, I knew I couldn't stay here. I hate this guy, being his personal bodyguard was bad enough. Living with him is a whole different story on its own.

Giano tried to make me feel better about the situation. But even if Torren doesn't sleep here on certain occations, I'd still be living here. I do NOT want to live here. But I knew that if I tried to escape, he'd find me and drag me back to this hellhole. I mean, he found out who I was before I even tried to kill him, right? How else would he know my real name?

How did he know your real name?

I don't know consy, but I plan on finding out. I mean, I'm not the most famous assassin out there, but people know me. But only by my face, and the nickname they gave me. I was known as Shadow, and I've never told anybody my real name. Heck, I don't even use it on my ID card, I use a fake name. So how did he manage to find out who I was on the first day of meeting me?

Yesterday really took it out of me, I'm drained, and I have no energy to do anything. After Giano left Torren's office, he found me on the couch, my head in my hands. It's so weird how Torren and Giano are so different, despite being raised together. He made a really bad joke about Torren's bipolar ass and I had found myself laughing. But when he entered the elevator, I knew I wanted to go with him.

As much as I'd love to remove myself from this whole thing, I'd choose being in Giano's presence instead of Torren's any day. Who could blame me? I mean, I knew he had some anger issues and he was all serious and stuff because he was a Made man. But I didn't expect him to be such an ass.

I sat there, on the couch, staring at the elevator as if I could open it telepathically. And somewhere along the way of planning Torren's death, I fell asleep. On his couch. In his penthouse. With him inside.

I don't know what had gotten over me. Maybe I was just tired. When I woke up, it was still dark, and it was quiet. But I could tell that Torren was there, somewhere in the house. So I wandered around the house for a while, looked at the view (which was amazing at night), drank some water, then sat back down again.

I didn't know what to do with myself. When I tried opening the elevator, it didn't work. I don't know how many buttons I'd pushed, I don't know how many times I'd pushed them, but it was locked.

Angel, how the fuck could it be locked?

Bitch I don't know. You're welcome to try yourself.

...

That's what I thought. I mean, how do you even lock an elevator? It's a freakin' elevator! This has to be a rich people's thing, or maybe elevators do have locks and I'm just dump.

Probably the latter.

Shut up already. I can't even think straight with you reading my damn mind. Like, get out of my head already.

Bitch I'm your conscious, like...

Whatever. All I know is that if I stay here any longer, I'm gonna go crazy.

The elevator doors open and I stand up. A short woman strolls in, humming an  unfamiliar tune. She goes into the kitchen, not noticing me. I watch as she takes out pots and pans. She opens the fridge, taking in the contents inside it. I smile as she starts tapping her chin in thought, then she finally notices me.

"Hello," I say, awkwardly. She doesn't respond, instead she bows her head and gets back to whatever she was doing. Okay...maybe she's just shy. I make my way towards her, hopping on the bar stool.