My Bodyguard

Chapter 5

Mia's POV

"Drop the gun."

The sound of the mans voice causes a shiver to run down my spine. The firm huskiness lacing through his words, tells me he wasn't playing. I haven't met the guy, but something about him makes me feel agitated inside.

"Didn't you fucking hear me. Let her go," the man growled, hearing the clicked of the gun.

A few seconds passed, he finally let me go, but made no move of pulling the gun from my head. This is taking too long, I think to myself.

"If you want your pretty girlfriend to stay alive, I advice you to put down the fucking gun, before her I blow her fucking brain." The man threatened, pressing the gun closer to my head.

I darkly chuckle. "Stop with the worthless threat buddy. You don't have the guts to kill me."

"You really want to bet your life on that," he spat.

"Actually I do. You're new to the Mafia. I can tell by your shaking hands." I smirk to myself, fully knowing I was right. Quickly, without thinking another second, I jabbed my elbow across his face, but not until Gary flipped us over, with him hovering me, an evil smirk plastered on his face.

I hear a grunt, which I presumed was the guy I jabbed with my elbow. Serves him right. I flinched when I hear the gun go off.

I don't know if I'm suppose to be happy or not. The stranger has the gun, and power, so might as well make the most of it.

"You didn't think that through did you?" Gary mocked, grazing the knife along my jaw. Pressing a little harder, I could feel a trickle of blood running down my neck. "Oops."

"The funny thing is, is that you really think you could kill me, when all these years, I would always beat your ass. Tell me, do you go home to your mommy, and cry, because a girl kicked your ass." Cocking my head to the side, the smirk on his face slowly passing away.

Very slowly, I bend my knees, grasping the knife against my thigh. Feels good to have my baby back. Gary was too busy trying to come with an amazing comeback, but not until I brought my arm up, and stab him in the neck.

His eyes were wide open, blood running out his mouth. I pushed him off, before any of it landed on my dress.

"See you in hell."

Pushing myself off the ground, I prop my knife back against my thigh, where my other 2 knives were.

"Here."

The man standing infront of me was even sexier that his voice.

He was tall and well-tailored with his broad shoulders, which framed his slender waisted and hips. His black hair was push back, some gel keeping it in place. His sharp, angled jaw sticks out the most, and a pair of luscious lips that stayed in a straight line, while he observes me.

"Thank you." My voice is surprisingly quiet, maybe due to the handsome man infront of me. Taking the handkerchief from him, I begin to wipe the blood off my face.

"You should go to the restroom and wash that off," he suggests.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea." My voice trail of as I watch him leave me outside. Rude much. Quickly following him, I spot 2 guards position close by. I sighed frustratedly.

Approaching them, I tapped one guard on the shoulder. He made no move to look at him, but he was listening. "There's 2 dead bodies outside the garden. I need you to get rid of them before anyone sees. Understood." They give me a small nod, before walking back to the direction of the garden.