My Bodyguard

Chapter 14

Killian's POV

It was finally the night to get our answers. We would be leaving soon to go to a nightclub. It wasn't a surprise that Micheal Santell owns about 5 of the most expensive nightclubs in Las Vegas.

Standing by Mia's room, I waited about 30 minutes for her to finish. She continuously yelled for 5 more minutes over the last 30 minutes. What do girls have to do in there?

Apart from getting information from Louis, we still needed to get some information from other people who might be trying to kill Mia and her family. I was assign to protect her, which I promise to do.

The door opened revealing Mia. Fuck!

She was wearing a rose gold, chain choker sequin mini dress, paired with a matching thigh high sandal heels. It showed all her right curves, her long legs showing in the light. She had the barest makeup, but I know she would stand out through the crowd. Her hair fell down in long waves of curls, resting on her shoulders.

"What do you think?" She questions, twirling around for me. Beautiful.

Instead of calling her that, I nod. That smile on her face was gone, the minute I didn't compliment her and say how good she looked in that dress.

"Okay..." she says disappointed. "We should go." Following her to the car, she didn't wait for me to open it. I shouldn't care if she felt upset over little things.

Sitting beside her, the driver drove off to our destination. I couldn't help but look at her from time to time. She was looking out the window, loss in her thoughts.

"Do you know what you're suppose to do?" She asked. I give her a firm nod.

"Yes." I was suppose to pretend to be a close friend of Mia, so no one would get suspicious of us. No one knows who we are, though they would once we decide to introduce ourselves to the world.

After 15 minutes, we arrived outside the nightclub. I could already hear the loud music booming from inside the building, even though it was underground.

Only the richest people could attend. You would have to be personally be invited here or a friend, and they are tight securities. From what I heard from Mia, they kill you in an instant if you try anything.

Probably something I would do.

Showing both our cards to the security guard, a man led us to the nightclub. It was behind a secret bookshelf at the very back of the building.

The nightclub was crowded with rich people. Pole stripper we're in their own little stage everywhere, while some were grinding themselves on mens sat on the chairs. Music boomed in the atmosphere, sweaty bodies pressed against Mia and I. Fucking disgusting.

Mia pulls my arm to the VIP section. Less people were in, however there were people sucking each other's heads off. Mia orders a sex on the beach, offering me one which I decline. Severely guards were stationed in each corner of the room. Precautions.

I was pulled down next to Mia, who glares at me. "You're a friend of mine, not my bodyguard," she reminds me.

Something wasn't right. Mia didn't seem bothered, since she was occupied flirting with a man at the other side of the room.