My dark secret

Chapter 1

Hello, my beautiful readers! The first few chapters are a bit on the short side and there are some large time leaps but I just wanted to get to the interesting stuff and in the first couple of weeks that occur in the story, not much happens.

I hope you enjoy it!

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Catherine

"I'm fine," I tell my agent Paul.

"I don't care! This is the sixth death threat this week," he responds, stabbing said death threat letter on his desk with his finger.

"I can look after myself! I've got Bach with me," I say looking down at my wolf dog lying at my feet.

"I've organized a meeting. Now, they may look a bit rough but I have been told that they are very effective."

I groan and slide further down in my leather armchair. "And when is this meeting?"

"Now."

I close my eyes and breathe deeply.

Don't kill him. He's a good agent.

I open my eyes when I hear the hard knock on the door. Paul tells them to enter and in march too heavily tattooed leather clad bikers.

"Gentlemen! Come in, I was just telling Catherine about you!"

The younger one with the prospect badge sewn onto his jacket sits closest to me, giving me a saucy wink.

I glare at him coldly. That's one way to piss me off.

The other biker, with the president badge, sits next to Paul and nods his head respectfully at me which I return. The president and Paul start talking as if I'm not here.

"So, we have set up a schedule to make sure that miss Hennessy is always protected. If it's necessary, in the future we can expand the schedule and the number of men around her. Shorty here will take the first shift," the president says gesturing to the prospect next to me.

Shorty smirks at me and looks me up and down salaciously. "If you ask nicely I'll take you for a ride," he pauses for a moment before adding, "on my bike," in a low voice.

"No, thank you," I answer primly.

"Oh, come on." He shifts so that his knee is touching mine." I know you're gagging for it. Good girls like you are always gagging for it."

"You dare touch me and I'll slap the little bitch out of you, prospect," I snarl back at him.

I can tell I've hit a sore spot. His cheeks flash red and he begins to stand. "You little bitch! I'll teach you –"

He's cut off by the president pushing him back into his seat where he sits glowering at me.

"If you want to intimidate me you're going to have to do a lot more than that. I grew up surrounded by men like you. Well, not like you; more like him," I say glancing up at the president.

"I'm sorry. That won't happen again," the president says, giving the prospect a look that screams 'I'm going to rip your head off'.

"No, it won't. Because I categorically refuse to have him near me."

The president and Paul start protesting.

"I would rather be kidnapped and murdered like the last letter promised than be with him for 5 minutes. Surely you have someone else to substitute him."

The president frowns, clearly unhappy with the situation. "It will take a little arranging but it can be done. But miss Hennessy, if you don't like him, you're stuck with him. I can't keep changing the schedule."

I shrug. "So long as it's not Shorty here, I don't care."

"In that case, I'll call one of my men. He'll be here shortly." He nods at Paul and then to me before leaving with the prospect in tow.

"Was there seriously nobody else available?" I ask Paul as I watch the door close.

"Shh! They might hear you!"

I snort. "Like I give a fuck!"

"They came very highly recommended," Paul repeats.

I roll my eyes and flop back down into my chair.