Body Guard || J.G.

Chapter Three

Paris, France.

Anna.

Jack gripped onto my hand as we entered the tall building.

I chuckled at how scared I knew he was. But he wasn't showing it.
My dress flowed around my legs as we walked further into the party.

It was Jack's first test. I knew it but he didn't.

"Annalise, sweet, sweet Annalise." I heard a voice from behind me.

Both Jack and I turned around, a familiar face now in front of us.

"Vixon, I see that you can't stay away." A small smirk played on my lips.

He chuckled. "You're way too dazzling to leave for so long."

My eyes rolled slightly. "And you came back too soon."

His hand went over his heart. "Ouch, that hurt babe."

I felt jack let go of my hand and put his just above my butt.

"And who is this, may I ask?" Vixon's eyes traveled to Jack.

"This is my boyfriend." I answered before Jack could say anything.

"Oh," he paused. "I see."

He studied Jack for a moment before turning back to me.

"Finally settle down, yeah?" He winked. I scoffed in return.

"As much as I would love to talk more, I believe my father needs me." I gave him a fake smile and pulled Jack away from him.

"Who was that?" Jack questioned as soon as were a safe distance away.

"He used to work for my dad. He quit awhile ago." I informed him.

"Why?" He asked again as my eyes searched the faces in the room.

"He was butt hurt after I didn't want to be with him." I shrugged.

"Oh." Jack gulped. I looked at him now, focusing on him for the first time tonight.

His bow tie was neatly around his collar and his suit complimented his body.

His hair was slicked back, making him fit in.

"Jack, please, calm down." I grabbed his hand again and rubbed the back of it with my thumb.

I saw him relax and give me a small smile. I smiled back and kissed his cheek.

"Annalise, we need to get going." My father came up behind me, putting his hand in the middle of my back.

I nodded and walked through the crowd, Jack close to me.

As we entered the room, I instantly spotted my uncle on the couch.

He seemed professional, sitting there with his fingers tapping against each other.

I chuckled slightly but small enough so Jack wouldn't notice.

"Sit down, please." My uncle ordered.

Jack stayed standing whilst I sat next to my father.

"So, Easton, what is the problem now?" Father sat back, shifting in his seat.

I glanced at Jack. He had a serious look on his face, trying not to show his nervousness.

"I need her killed." He answered.
"Who?" And then the show begins.

Paris, France.

Jack.

"Your daughter." The man spoke before two guys in suits similar to mine, pulled out their guns.

Oh god. I knew it.

One gun was pointed towards me but I ducked its bullet.

I grabbed the guy's arm, pushing up on his elbow in a quick motion. I heard the crack as the guy fell down.

Before the other guy could react, my fist contacted with his face at full force and he fell back with a groan.

I grabbed both guns and shot both of their shoulders, making sure not to kill them.

I turned to see how Annalise was doing but they were all just sitting there, watching.

"What the hell?" I said out loud.

Mr. Copper and Easton chuckled while Annalise gave me a proud smile.

"I can see why you picked him." Easton scanned me.

"Okay, not to be rude, but what the hell just happened?" I questioned.

I had just shot two guys and broken an arm. And they're laughing about it?

"That was your test, young one." Mr. Copper answered.

"That was a pretty serious test." I exhaled.

"The real situations will be worse. But I have no doubt you will get through them." He reassured me.

I could still hear the groaning from the two guys on the ground. What are we doing with them?

"Shoot them. In the head." Easton answered as if he'd read my mind.

"M-me?" I stuttered.

"Yes, you." I looked down at them. They're just poor innocent men, for crying out loud.

Why would you kill them?

"You'll be killing a lot of men in your work Gilinsky. And remember, you wanted this."

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