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My broken bodyguard

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Damon is as flawed as any other human being. His Traumas from the past seeped their way into his presence. Struggling with his addiction to alcohol and his ptsd from his service to his country. Something happened that impacted him more than any bullet could. 

So he quits to become a bodyguard. 

Only to be hired by a strange rich man who's life seems to be made secret. Only he wasn't hired to protect him. It was his daughter that needed his protecting.



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"OH MY GOSH! I CAN SEE THE WATER!!" She squeals, her face almost flat against the window as she stares at the bypassing view in awe. 

"Damon look look look!! It's gorgeous!" She points at the waves crashing against the rocks. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity and excitement. 

"I've never seen something this beautiful before..." she whispered in a tone that was a mix of sadness and happiness. 

"That didn't hurt my feelings at all." I joke to try and lighten up her mood. "I meant besides you." She looks back at me with a playful smirk. 

"That's what I thought." 

The car filled with the scent of the warm sea breeze as she rolled the window down to stick her head out. 

"Damon, listen..." 

I could see her close her eyes in the side mirror, her long hair blown back by the wind as she heard the waves crash onto shore. 

"The water keeps coming back after it's pushed away...."

Just like her...

I carefully checked the mirrors to make sure she was okay. I didn't have the heart to tell her to sit back down. 

"Can we go to the beach? Please?" She turns around and politely asks me while repeatedly tapping my arm. "We're so close,  just a quick walk!" Her adorable excitement was hard to resist. But her safety comes first, always. 


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"But you're scared." He finished, running his fingers down her neck and to her collar bone, following the chain of her necklace, making her shiver, "So responsive." He murmured to himself. "Yes." She whispered, lips parted, eyes locked with his. She felt dirty for letting him be so close to her and touch her in a way that seemed so foreign and inappropriate- Yet exhilarating... "Maybe scared isn't the right word." His deep baritone voice rumbled, his fingers setting her skin on fire as he reached the opening of her top, the only thing dividing them, "Maybe, confused? Intimidated? But you're not scared of me, right, pet?" "I- I don't know." She answered, her heart pounding against her ribcage, making her shake nervously. "You're scared of this-" his hand lifted back up to circle around her throat and he applied slight pressure, but nowhere near enough to hinder her ability to breathe, "or this." He bent down so she could feel his hot breath skim across her cheek making her face flush. His rough lips, ran across the base of her jaw until he reached her ear, "But you're not scared of me." ~•~•~ 19-year-old Vera Reed is out on her own for the first time, leaving small town Tabor, Iowa for Lincoln, Nebraska to attend college at UNL in her old red Subaru. One night she is pulled over for a burnt-out headlight by 28-year-old slight alcoholic officer Axel Davis. Infatuated by her innocence and complete confusion of the outside world, something in him says to help her. Unfortunately, the life of an LPD officer isn't perfect and is full of danger. Danger he won't be able to hide her from forever. Danger she might be the center of. Dominant and toxic male lead and submissive female lead. Warning: sexual content, language, substance abuse Started~ 11/22/19 Finished~ 9/16/22 #1- Innocence #3- Badboy #1- murdermystery #2- obsession #2- police officer