"Sometimes when things are falling apart, they may actually be falling into place" -Unknown
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"What?" I ask looking between the two men.
"I want you to be Jake's bodyguard." He said looking at me cautiously.
You asshole your so lucky I don't come over there and kill you now.
"Hell no" I reply.
"You act as if you have a choice in the matter Miss Johnson," Smiles Greg "You work for me."
Dickhead.
I clench my fists and stand up.
Do.Not.Kill.The.President.
Must.Not.Hurt.
"Why?" I ask quietly, my voice hoarse.
"Because he is completely untrustworthy and reckless. He doesn't listen to my instructions what so ever and I need someone to watch over him carefully." Replied Greg.
"Why can't you get someone else to do it." I yelled.
I'm so pissed off!
"Because you are the only one I trust enough to kick his arse for me when he misbehaves." Said Greg, completely knocking me off guard.
"Your going to let me hurt your son?" I ask looking at him in bewilderment.
"Well... Yes but within reason." He answered quickly.
Suddenly I am highly interested in this conversation.
"Um... I never agreed to this." Said a scared looking Jake.
"Afraid are we?' I asked smiling.
"No." He huffed.
"Miss Johnson I expect you to keep to your duties as an assassin, I can't have this information leaking into America." Added Greg
"I wouldn't last a week without an assassination," I replied. "But what is in it for me?"
There better be something in it for me.
"Spending every day with me" Answered Jake.
I laugh.
"Your mean" He mumbles.
"I don't have a heart." I look at him, challenging him to say more.
"Miss Johnson I am prepared to make you a deal." Says Greg snapping me out of my stare.
Deal?
"What kind of deal?" I ask.
"You be Jake's bodyguard and I will pay for all the weapons of your choice." He smiled, he knew he had just hit a weak spot.
I am in need of some more weapons for my collection...
"Mr. President, give us a house with more than one bedroom, two bathrooms, the weapons of my choice , a hidden sound-proof room and we got ourselves a deal" I reply.
He looks at me, he thinks to himself for a moment then goes to his desk picking up the phone.
I look away and return my stare to Jake who is smirking at me, looking up and down my body.
"Are you right there?" I ask frowning, he has no right to be looking at me like that.
He was practically undressing me with his eyes.
He snaps out of his gaze and blushes. He was totally checking me out.
"Huh? What?" He asks confused.
"Are you right there?" I repeat.
"I would be if you were standing right here." He pointed to right in front of him.
I laugh quietly then look back to Greg who is eyeing us intently.
"Miss Johnson, I believe we have ourselves a deal." He smiled.
A/N: Hi, sorry if there are any mistakes! I tried my best at editing this myself so please don't judge.
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Information Kills
HumorWARNING: This book contains a lot of swearing and some sexual references Dakoda Johnson is an assassin, hired by the American president himself. One day President Jones calls her into his office, telling her that he wants to make her his sons bodyg...
