Bethany's POV
"Really, Jones," I laughed. "I'll be fine. It's just ice cream."
Jones smiled at me adoringly...and like a small child who had forgotten to take her medicine. "You know better, Bethany."
I stomped my foot. "Come on! When will it end? I leave for the Ballet in only a few weeks. Are you going to follow me everywhere I go out east, too?"
"Sweetheart," Jones responded kindly. "I made a promise. You know I can't break it."
Frowning, my heart tearing a little bit at the memory of my brother, I stopped my tantrum. "I'm sorry. I know you're looking out for me. And I love you for it. I do! But, sometimes...sometimes I just want to forget. You know what I mean?"
"Believe me, Baby, I understand," Jones answered softly. "Sometimes I want to forget what's happened in the past as well. Noah was like a son to me, Bethany. He saved my son's life that day. That's a thing I will never forget or turn my back on. Even if it means enduring your wrath, my dear. I will protect you always. Even when you're dancing on the Academy's stage, I will find a way to watch over you."
Feeling poorly about my indignant behavior, I stepped up on tippy toes and gave Jones a hug before he left me alone to finish dressing. I knew he meant well. As his God-daughter, I was in serious danger at all times. An easy target, I could be used as a pawn against him if ever threatened. Not something he or I wanted to risk.
I just prayed Jones and his men would stay in the background on my date this afternoon. How could I ever tell Chase, a hot guy with no ties to this world (he was taking a theatre class for goodness sakes!), that the head of a motorcycle club, not just the local chapter, but the entire nationwide organization, was my bodyguard?
I shuddered at the thought of having to explain. "No, definitely not first date subject material," I said to myself as I applied a light-scented oil to my wrist and behind my ears.
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What They Didn't Know
Short Story© 2019 Written by A. E. F. All Rights Reserved. Her brother is dead. His father has been murdered. Can they escape the lives they've been born into? SHORT STORY Completed Audience: Mature for Language, Sexual Assault and Content.