My Bodyguard

Chapter 20

Mia's POV

"I want 5 guards down here at the lobby. 5 more guards upstairs outside the meeting," I order my guards, ready to step inside the elevator. "Notify Killian or I if there's a problem, but if it's something stupid, I will personally rip each and every of your heads off." Stepping inside the elevator, Killian and 5 other more guards followed.

We all exit the elevator, seeing at least 2 different guards from each Mafia's. There were positioned outside the door, spreading themselves out. Lovely.

Snapping my fingers at my guards, I glance at each guard from different Mafia's. "3, stay out here, the other 2 come with me." Pushing the glass door open, everyone's attention snapped to my direction. Again, there were at least guards positioned at each corner, close by their boss.

"Good morning, gentlemen," I announced, making myself at the head of the table. "As you can tell my father will not be attending today's meeting, so he personally asked me to take over."

Each of their heads nod, as my eyes landed on someone too familiar. He smirked at my direction, leaning against his chair.

Anger boiled inside of me, but quickly composed myself. He wanted a reaction from me, which he's not gonna get. I showed enough weakness the last encounter we had.

He opens his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. "If you're here to taunt me Aaron, I advised you to leave now." My voice came stronger than I thought it would be. He chuckles darkly, resting his elbows on the table. I nod to one of the guards to take him away.

Aaron pulls his arms in mock surrender. "Come one, sweetheart. I promise I'll behave." I wasn't convince. He must of sense it, and continued. "I'll sit here like a good boy I am, and let you do your thing." He pretends to zip his mouth, and takes a pretend key locking it and throwing it away. I roll my eyes at his stupidity.

"So," I began, taking my attention back to the men's. "What exactly are you going to offer for one of my fathers company?"

30 minutes later on the meeting as I continue to listen to already 3 men's try to offer their deal, but none of them satisfies me. I notice Aaron's gaze on me, but I ignore it. I take down some useful notes, in case my father wanted further information.

My attention snapped from my notes to one of the men and Killian. The man rosed from his seat, glaring at Killian. He didn't seem fazed by him.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" He shouts, getting up in Killian's face. I lean back, quite enjoying the show that's been put on infront of me. Others turn their attention to the 2 men. "Speak to me like that again, and I'll put you in your fucking position."

He attempts to throw a punch at Killian, but he easily blocked it. My guards and his guards pointed their guns at eachother, ready to pull the trigger.

"Enough!" My voiced boomed across the room. Their eyes snapped to me, hearing the anger radiating off of me. I slam my hands in the table, causing it to shake. "Everyone put your guns down, before I fucking put a bullet through your skull!" They hesitate, looking at Otto, (the man who threw the punch at Killian) for permission. He gives them a firm nod, as they shove their guns back in their waistband.

Otto rips his fist from Killian, dusting off his suit.

"Anyone care to explain?" I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning my hip against the edge of the table.