At Your Service

Chapter 2: Encounter

Jasmine's POV

I woke up with sweats all over my neck and forehead while panting heavily. Those nightmares had been invading my mind eversince my Mom died and it haunts me even in my sleep. Sometimes, I wish if I could get some psychology in this because it is scaring me. And now, I barely get a peaceful sleep without any nightmares.

Turning to my side, there lays my sleeping boyfriend, Dante. He is a Mexican newscaster and we met in a beach party in Mexico. He was taking information about the party while I was the one he is going to interview because I was the guest of honour. Being a supermodel was my dream job and I worked so hard to be in my situation right now. My Dad, of course was my number one fan ever since day one and is the bet Dad in the world.

But sometimes he could be really be too much, he worries on simple things.

I lay my head back on my pillow to get some sleep when suddenly, the huge glass window of my condo scattered on the floor and a group of men came in causing me to scream so loud and with that, Dante woke up.

"What the fuck?!" he cursed in pure Mexican accent. "Who the heck are you?"

They are just three men but they are carrying heavy material weapons. "Your father will pay for what he had done to us especially that little bodyguard of yours." The one in the middle threatened as he made his way towards us. The man was tall, half of his face has burned marks and had no right hand.

Dante stood in front of me while guarding me. "What do you want?"

The man with burned marks laughed evilly. "I just want to scare the little princess."

"I'm not scared!" I retorted back.

"Oh really?" He taunted. "I will make sure that your father will pay for killing my men. "And your precious bodyguard for burning my face and removing my hand. They will all pay and you as well..."

The two men started to grab Dante's arm as he tried shrugging off as they beat him up but the leader had her as he gripped her arm as tight as he can. "Let him go!"

"No. We want to scare you first and beg for forgivness."

"Never!" I exclaimed remaining strong. "Help!"

They beat Dante and I didn't know what to do. But when we heard footsteps near us, they quickly jumped off the window then flee, leaving a note of the side. The door opened and my Dad's men came in, checking us.

"What took you so fucking long?!" I yelled at them and kneeled down to Dante who had blood running down his nose as his face starts to swell up.

The men helped Dante and carried him somewhere. Probably, taking him to the hospital. Who are those men?

"Are you alright, Ms. Waylord?" One was left behind for me.

"Yes." I replied, grabbing my phone to call my Dad. But I have to be very careful in my words so he wouldn't get any heart attack.

"Hello, my dear?" He answered right away. Looks like he is busy from work based on his tone.

"Hey Dad, are you busy?" I asked, taking a seat on the couch while I signalled my men to wait outside my room.

He chuckled huskily on the other line. "Not you, Jasmine. Is there a problem? Aren't my men doing their job well?"

"No, Dad...that's not my problem." I murmured, taking a deep breath before spitting it out. "Actually, I was attacked just now in my condo."

"What?!" He snapped on the other line causing my eardrums to blow up.

"Dad!" I quickly controlled his temper. "I'm fine! They didn't touch me or anything. They just threatened me."