My Bodyguard

Chapter 1

Mia's POV

Strutting through the halls with confidence, the noise of my heels was heard, a smirk forming across my face.

Every eye turns to my direction, a few gasps was heard, yet others whispered among themselves. Men having a glimpse at my body, their mouth full of drool. Women's glared at me with disgust, while others admire me.

That's right bitches, this bitch has come to play.

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"What's up with your brother?"

"Gods no what. He's been sulking since this morning," I informed Leia, as we sat down at a table, while Adam (my brother) ordered us our drinks. "He wouldn't come out of his bedroom, so the amazing sister I am, I had to literally drag him off his bed, and into the shower." Adam can sometimes be a handful, but that's just due to his personal problems.

"Are you sure you dragged him into the shower, cuz he ain't smelling like Dove."

"Have you been smelling him Leia?" I faked gasped. "I'll totally understand if you had a thi—"

She grabbed the back of my head, pushing towards her, as she attempts to stop my words. I giggle against her shoulder, staying here for a moment, until we heard a throat clear.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Leia huffs in annoyance, pushing me back slightly. "Yes. In fact you are. You interrupted our very first kiss!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. I giggle at her, pressing a kiss on her cheeks. "Babe, you miss my lips," she pointed out playfully.

"We need to find you a man, ASAP. Adam, would you like to volunteer?" I flatter my eyelashes at my brother, who in return rolled his eyes. "Come on big bro. Help your sister out." Forming my well known puppy dog eyes, which always works on him.

"I'm going to the bathroom!" He blurted out. He quickly rushes inside the cafe, getting as far away from us.

Leia and I both laugh. "He must really love you, for him to do anything you want, huh?"

"Yup." I relied, popping the 'p'. "So, have you found out anything yet?" I asked with a serious face.

She shakes her head. I sigh in disappointment. "Nothing. I tried asking everyone that I know of, but I found nothing." How could that be?!

"Promise me you won't stop." I begged. She gave me a smile, promising she won't. "I can't fucking understand why me?!"

"Honey, you're the daughter of the most dangerous Mafia in the world. Their gonna find any weaknesses to bring down your father," she points out, drinking out from her coffee. I know she's right, but I'm getting sick of it. Having to look over my shoulder 24/7.

"I gotta go. I booked an appointment for my nails today, and I'm 5 minutes late." I nodded. "I'll call you okay?"

Engulfing eachother into a hug, we grabbed our things before waiting for my brother.

"I'll call you! Love you!" She calls out, stepping inside the car.

"Bye!"

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"You need to keep your posture straight and calm," Adam instructs, grabbing my left foot placing it a few meters from my right foot. "There. Now, bend your knees and aim straight for the target."

Doing as he says, I aim my knife towards my target and throw. Perfect! It lands right through the middle.

I hear Adam groan beside me. What now. "Knees bent, Mia! And kept your posture straight and calm," he repeats for the third time."

Is he blind or something? My knife had landed right through the middle, and now I'm getting lectured for not being my calm?!

"I really hope you don't tell me to keep calm, when someone's about to throw a fucking knife through my head."

"Just keep practicing. I'll be right back."

I huff in annoyance, throwing my knife across the room, landing through the board. A smile played on my face, as I retrieve back my knives.

Turning my head round, I see my dad against the door a proud smile on his face, as he claps. "You're getting good at your knife throwing, I see."

"You know I've been good at them since I started using them," I say.

"I know. It's finally good to see you use them again," he speak, entering the room.

Both my parents were in their mid forties, but would always be seen much younger. My dad still had its lean posture, a few grey strands sticking out his hair, and so little wrinkles starting to form. Adam inherited my dads brown eyes, whereas I inherited my mums captivating ocean, blue eyes.

He was wearing his usual suit. Not a surprise. The smile on his face was gone, a serious look replacing it. "I need you and your brother to go down the where house tomorrow. Some motherfuckers decides to fuck with us, and steal the drugs." Finally, something exciting to do. "I need you to find out who sent them. Understood."

"Yes sir."

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Author's Note

Hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter of my book.

Sorry it was short. I promise the next on going chapters will be much more longer.

Stay safe:)

Emma xoxo