Bodyguard to a Killer

The case

I sat on NYPD's holding cell with blood on my hands. I was protecting my client when a man came after her, I beat the shit out of him.

"Vanessa turner." I looked up through my long bloody hair. "Your released." I stood up and looked at the cop as I walked. "Until someone attacks my neck client." He sighed as he shut the cell behind me, another cop threw my belongings on a small table. "Maybe you could try not to send them to the ER?" I didn't even bother looking at him as I put my jewelry and belongings back on. "That's my favorite part." The cop sighed, "We can't keep letting you slide with this." As I slipped my phone into my bloody boot I looked up at the officer, "It's my job." "Can we at least know your real name?" I laughed, "No." They both took a deep breath after I walked away as a free women.

I sat down on my couch in my small condo as I burned my clothes from earlier today. I took a swing of beer as I closed my eyes hoping to relax, but the knock on my door told me otherwise. I sat my beer down and answered the door to reveal my Boss. "Arson I didn't know you were in town." He walked into my apartment with his hands in his pockets. "Hurd about you getting Arrested so I came into town." I closed the door, "When arnt I arrested?" He chucked. "Good point." He looked around and took a deep breath. "What are you burning?" "Clothes. They were covered in blood." I sat back down on the couch and began to drink my beer. "Arson, I'm not stupid. Your here for a reason, so sit down and cut to the chase." He laughed as he sat down in the chair across from me. "Nothing can get past you." I rolled my eyes. "Look. I just got this case that I need you to take." I narrowed my brows. "I just took one. I'm out for the next week." "This case is big and I need my best body guard on it." I scuffed, "Whats the case?"

Arson sighed, "James Larson." "The guy who murdered 6 girls?" "He didn't murder them. He was framed, he's innocent." I smiled and placed my beer on the table. "How do you know that?" "I just do." "So I'm supossed to protect a man in jail?" "He's getting out." "I'm confused Arson. What exactly am I supossed to be doing?" Arson stood up and took a deep breath, "Your going to pretend to be his girl, protect him at all cost. Hundreds of people will be after him because they think he killed those girls." I stood up, "But if he didn't then why don't they arrest the man who did?" "Because they don't know who he is. They just know James didn't." "How much am I getting paid?" "Is it all about money?" I laughed and leaned down to get my beer, "Yes. Yes it is." He took a sip of beer. "12 million." I just about chocked on my beer, "James doesn't have that kind of money. It's a scam." "James isn't paying it. I am." "Your paying for James' protection? What is he your son or something." Arson smiled and finished the rest of his beer. "Let's go with something?" I placed my beer on the table and crossed my arms, "You know I require-" "Payment first. Yeah here." He opened his jacket and dropped three piles onto the table. "Each is 4 million." I swallowed and got on my knees to look at the cash. "When do I start?" "Tonight. Get dressed in something sexy, and don't where a wig." Arson started to walk away but I got up and went after him. "I always where a wig. It conceals my identity." "No body knows who you are. This case is bigger then anything you've ever been assigned. I won't have anything getting in the way or  jeopardizing it." I sighed.

Later that night I wore tights and a tank top with back heels as I stood outside the prison. The doors open As James walked out, Fuck was he hot. He had shaggy dirty blonde hair with bright dazzling green eyes. His body was fit as well as it cling to his figure, he probably worked out a lot in jail, making his old clothes to tight. He walked with authority, and as he approached he took a deep breath and licked his pink plump lips. "Are you-" "Amber Rose. Your body guard slash girlfriend, now hug me like you missed me." He hesitantly wrapped his strong arms around my waist, my arms wrapped around his neck as we hugged. "This is awkward." "Wait till we kiss." He pulled away, "What? But I-" I cut him off as I kissed him, he was shocked but melted into the kiss as he pulled my body close. "Smile and get into the car." He did as I said faking a big smile as we both got into the car, as we drove away I wiped my mouth. "That was disgusting." I mumbled, "What did you say?" "I said your in danger Mr. Larson, people want you dead." He swallowed hard, "Well. I knew that." "Good. From now on you trust no one besides me. Got it?" "What about-" "I said No one besides me. I am the only person in your life from now on. That is of course if you want to live." He moved the hair from his eyes, "Got it." "I'm sorry Mr. Larson, but this is how it has to be." He sighed and looked out the window. "Hey you missed the exit." "We're not going to your house." "Why-" "Because, your house isn't safe." "But I-" "With all do respect please shut the Fuck up." "Wow. I can see why your single." I swallowed, "Look. There's going to be a few rules from this point on. One, You listen to me no matter what I say. Two, there will be no talking about personal lives or anything that doesn't involve my job. Three when we are in public you act like I am the love of you life, and lastly your getting a hair cut." He messed with his hair in the mirror, "It doesn't look that bad." I looked at him, "There's no way in hell im going to pretend to date Shaggy from the Scooby gang, your getting a fucking hair cut." He smiled and nodded. "Good. It will be our first official public appearance. It will put the foundation down for the act that we're doing, so I suggest you work your hardest on trying to sell it Mr. Larson." "Duly noted."

As we got out of the car James wrapped his arm around my shoulders. "So are you going to call me Mr. Larson in public?" "No. Of course not." We smiled as we entered, there was a small line to wait in. "Then I can call you amber I assume?" I looked at him with a small smile, "Amber, baby, babe, honey, sweetheart. Your choice." He chuckled, "What can I help you with today?" The lady asked, I opened my mouth but James cut me off. "My Cupcake here is making me get a haircut." I rolled my eyes, "I told you not to call me cupcake Honey, now can we have a-" "Oh my god! That's James Larson!" Everybody gasped and backed away. James took his arm off of me and grabed my hand, I looked at the side of his face to see fear written on it. "Please. I just want a hair cut." "I'm not letting you anywhere near me and a sharp object." "None of us will!" His face turned to hurt. "P-please." I tugged his hand, "Come on babe."

The drive to my place was silent, and it felt like there was tension in the air. I cleared my throat, "Mr. Larson, do you see why I was hired to protect you now?" He scuffed, "You didn't protect me you ran away." I sighed, "If the time comes where I have to hurt someone before they hurt you I can no longer protect you because my cover would be blown. So I will try to hold out for as long as I can on not hurting someone Mr. Larson." He shifted in his chair, "Have you ever killed someone before." "I said not to talk about personal things." "It's not. It's your job." I looked at him and sighed before looking back at the road. "Yes." "How many?" I paused. "One." "Who was it?" I pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex. "Now that Mr. Larson, is a person question." I unbuckled, "Come on. There's things in my house you can wear." "Wait we're staying together?" I laughed, "I'm the love of your life remember." He chucked as he got out of the car.

I waited in the living room in my long sleep night T shirt waiting for James to change. As the door opened I turned and gasped. He wore an old shirt of mine that fit tightly and a pair of booty shorts. "I look stupid." I laughed, "Well. That's all I got." He rolled his eyes and walked back into the room, I couldn't help but laugh the whole time he was gone but as he exited the room I immediately stopped. He wore his Nicely fitting grey boxers and no shirt. He had a six pack like a god and his V line showed. "Umm." I stumbled to get up as I tried not to look at his body. "I'm going to bed, you can sleep on the crouch- couch! I mean couch." He smirked as I ran to my bedroom. As I shut the door I sighed, "Fuck what have you gotten yourself into."

I didn't get very much sleep so I decided to make up early and make breakfast, on my way to the kitchen I couldn't help but look at James on the couch. He slept with the blanket draped over his waist leaving his chest exposed, he had a light snore but I couldn't help but smile at how beautiful he looked. I quickly shook the thought away and made my way to the kitchen. I was about halfway done with breakfast when James woke up.

"Your making breakfast?" He asked as he walked into the kitchen. "Yes." I didn't turn to look at him. "Smells good." "Thanks." I took in a sharp breath as he rubbed his bear chest against my slightly exposed back to reach for some bacon. "Could you put some clothes on." I snapped as I pushed him off of me, "Woah. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." I turned to look at him, he was just in his underwear still, "This isn't your house Mr. Larson, please put some clothes on." He took a bite of bacon, "I thought I was the love of your life." He smirked and took another bite, I rolled my eyes and turned around. "We have stuff to do today." "Like what?" "Well. We're going shopping for some clothes for you, then we're going to stop by the station to get the remainder of your things, and we're getting your hair cut-" "Woah, you saw what happened last time I'm Not going back." I sighed and took the rest of the food off the pan as I spoke. "Mr. Larson... your Innocent right?" "Yes." I turned around after turning the stove off, "Then show it. If you stay here all day then it will show you have something to hide, and people will be forced to believe you are what they say you are." He sighed. "I hate that your right." I couldn't help but giggle, "I'm always Right Mr. Larson." "I'll keep that in mind Mrs. Rose." "Don't call me that." "Well I don't know your real name so what do I call you?" I faked a smile, "What do you mean? That is my nam-" "Cut the Bull. I'm not stupid." I sighed and walked past him to my room as I spoke. "Remember rule number two Mr. Larson." "Oh I remember Mrs. Rose."