Mark is my daughter's preferred bodyguard, but I do not trust him. Considering his demeanor and his reaction when I suggested that he takes a break off Tiffany case, I do not think he was convinced.
In any case, though, why should I worry about Mark? He was dismissed from the military and I saved him, by offering him a job has my daughter's bodyguard—a six-figure salary. Not a single time have I withheld or delayed his paycheck. I always treat him on a shopping trip because he does such a wonderful job of keeping my daughter safe. What on earth is he looking for this time? If he ever wants to live, he needs to give up on my daughter's case; if not, I will find his mother and have her taken. I am a politician; he should know better than to mess with me. Or should I call on someone to trail him? Yes! I am going to do just that. I need to be specific about what Mark is working on to enable me to mount my guard. Grabbing my phone, I tried to contact Mark, but for the first time since he became my daughter's bodyguard, he did not answer. He hasn't done this before. I called him again to be certain my guess was awry, and he did the same thing.A thousand times I called but not for once, did Mark respond nor return my calls. It now occurred to me that Mark was secretly planning to go rescue Tiffany even when I asked him to take a month off and not worry about Tiffany's safety.Something ain't right. He is so interested in my daughter—why the fuck? Am I overlooking something? I require responses! Is Mark having a relationship with my daughter? I seriously doubt that. I mean, Mark is old enough to differentiate business from emotions. I know She sees him as her brother. Why would he stoop so low as to consider a relationship with my daughter? It is just wrong. I need to delve deeply into this.As I reached for my phone to call a private investigator to track down Mark, I was startled by a loud knock on the door. I was not even looking forward to any appointments. Why the heck would someone bang on my door like that?I suspected it was Mark returning to hunt me after discovering I had orchestrated Tiffany's kidnapping. I reached into my drawer and took out my gun for protection."Who is there? I asked in a baritone voice to scare the person away while holding the pistol. I was fully prepared to shoot the person on sight.“It is Dave, your domestic staff from the mansion,”As I lowered the gun, I felt a sense of relief. My instincts failed me for the first time. I picked no offense regardless. I do not want Mark to show up and ruin everything I have worked so hard for.“What the fuck do you want?” I do not have the entire day to waste. I was doing something essential before your loud knock cut through me," I screamed from within.“I have got something to show you. It is about your daughter Tiffany and Mark, her bodyguard.”“My daughter?” My voice came back to me. It appeared to me as a coincidence. I was about to uncover Mark's tracks when I realized someone had obtained some sensitive information about him. It facilitates my job. There is no longer a need to hire someone to follow Mark. Perhaps Dave's brief explanation will suffice. "Come in, Dave.“The door is open,” I agreed, scurrying back to drop the gun into the drawer. Everyone knew how commanding I was, but I did not want to give them the wrong impression by owning a gun.*********I sauntered majestically into his exquisite office, which was twice the size of my bedroom. What could I expect from a wealthy billionaire like Temper? Of course, he can turn an office into a mother fucking Paradise.He would need a larger office to host distinguished guests, given that he was soon to become a senator.I crept fearfully closer to him, shivering like a hen soaked by the rain. His voice was so loud that it nearly filled my eardrums with resonance.Alright? Say something! What brings you here? You should have awaited my return. “You did not have to show up.”“I needed to…" My voice skipped as I stuttered. I would have peed in my panties if I had not exercised self-control and stability. Who would not be drawn to the mighty Temper? His voice exudes fear. At the mention of his name, his opponents shudder and flee to avoid his wrath, which is like a burning furnace."I will not hesitate to walk you out of my office if you continue to behave like a dummy. I will also terminate your employment without pay. You are aware that the month will come to an end in a few days, correct?Another warning jolted me to attention. I knew I had to act fast. Temper dislikes recounting his words, but I was fortunate enough to survive the scare.I blurted out, “Mark and Tiffany are seeing each other.” It was as if I had a gun to my head.Temper was perplexed for a few minutes. His reaction was quite justified. Who would not feel that way after learning that their daughter was having an affair with her bodyguard, who wouldn't?I could feel his distress and irritability. He positioned his hands behind his jaw, thinking. I was not sure what his thoughts were, but it was clear he was thinking about swinging into action.Before I knew what was happening, I felt a powerful punch. It took me a while to realize that I was the victim. Temper punched me with all of his strength. I skimmed my face and discovered a few potholes. My red, spotless face has abruptly become stiff and bumpy, like a rumpled garment.Why did he punch me so hard? This was the question I kept asking myself. At this point, I wished I had never come to speak about it. I considered keeping it to myself, but I decided to reveal it because I believed I would be compensated for disclosing such valuable information.“You got evidence?”“Hmm!” In response, I gave a nod. My lips are too heavy to be moved. I still haven't gotten over the shock Punch.“Can I see them?” He requested.I pulled out my phone and showed him a video of Mark and Tiffany in a compromising position. I immediately edged backward after passing the phone to him to feed his eyes. Once bitten, twice shy. I may pass out if he punches me for the second time in a row; it was a miracle I survived the first.He stared at my phone while also narrowing his gaze to mine. He did this several times. I felt he needed to make certain the video was not framed.“Come, take your phone.”“You can keep it,” I said, panicking. Getting closer to him is equivalent to a death sentence, and I am not ready to die yet.He hissed and dropped the phone to the desk. He appeared composed yet dangerous. I refused to be fooled by his calm demeanor.“How long has this been going on, and why are you just telling me?”" It's been a while now.I wanted to keep it to myself, but wasnt sure if it will keep happening. I felt bad for not speaking up earlier.Mark failed to meet my expectations. He was the last person I expected to engage in such actions. Damn! “How disgusting,” I explained.“For a while now!, and you are just telling me? How many of this video do you have?, and how did you get them? .Tiffany is missing, and I believe Mark convinced her to elope with him,”Tiffany, missing? It was the strangest thing I have ever heard. Why would Mark do such a thing? He was hired to keep her safe and not destroy her life."Have you made any plans to find them? His daughter has gone missing, and he is this calm? You could contact the cops, and your daughter would be easily found. Have you considered that?“Why worry about the cops when I have got you?”His statement was extremely concerning Here. I thought I had made the best suggestion. I just hope he is not planning on making me go find his daughter. I am neither a cop nor a private investigator. Perhaps I made a big mistake approaching him. I should have stayed at home to carry out my domestic duties.Temper paced around his office, ignoring my question. I swear he was thinking about his lethal move. He returned to his seat and pulled out his drawer. He slowly pulled out the Pistol gun. He gently caressed and kissed the gun.“A gun?” I screamed in surprise and wanted to flee, but his commanding demeanor changed my mind.“Get back here.You have witnessed enough, You saw mark and my daughter ,now you have seen a gun. I think you will be best for this job.so There is no way I am going to let you go!”Slowly, I returned to him. What an unpleasant encounter! I could feel my soul departing from my body. This is when I wished the ground would just open up and swallow me."Fucking Italian”? I slurred. I was baffled as to why he was following me. Last time I checked, nobody knows my identity in this city. Not even getting a job done as an ex militant , Have been very careful.I keep trying to figure out who the Italian guy was and why he was on my trail but I was clueless . I closed up my track properly after the escapade at the military base. At this point, I could think of only one prime suspect: Temper. I have worked with him for over 15 years now ,and I could tell how cunning he is. He noticed how I rumbled my eyes after he asked me to allow Tiffany case be. He did not send me on this long vacation for nothing. According to my understanding, he may have done so to keep me from finding Tiffany. I drove slowly to see if the car would do the same, and it did. When I stopped driving, the car stopped as well. I was completely dazed. I needed no one to elucidate further. “Hey mate, you there?” Rex holla at me over the phone. I was unable to speak fur
It's baffling how no one has come to my rescue yet, not even Mark, whom I considered my guardian angel. But somehow, I got this feeling that he would show up eventually. I have faith in Mark more than I do in my Father. It's the smallest place I have ever seen. I only see places like this in the documentary Or movies.Aside from the fact that the room was a little Dark with an old couch. it seems difficult for me to Escape. I only remember waking up with a headache not even a trace of how I got here. How do I then plan my escape if no one comes for me ,I thought to myself .A little door by the side of the wardrobe was the rest room and it also had some dreadful skull drawings and weird inscriptions on the wall written in Italian. I wasn't sure what those words meant, but I could tell they meant trouble. It's a good thing I couldn't read Italian, though. I mean, knowing what the words meant could sum up my sufferings.I thought I had seen it all when I leaned forward and caught a
Just like me, Rex is still finding it difficult to decipher how I can evade this attack on me. The car still trailing behind me , and I don't even know what to do. My head's spinning right now and it might explode soon.I glanced through my side mirror and was shocked to discover that the stalker was actually on mask."Shit!'' I groaned. It only worsened the situation. I thought I would be able to capture his face and forward it to Rex. Perhaps, that would enable us to track his identity faster.“You still there?”I could hear Rex's voice over the phone, but I wasn't paying attention. What if the stalker had a Gun? How do I defend myself? I wasn't even prepared for this shit.I had no Gun or any weapon of any sort. It all appears like I was being monitored closely by this stalker. Who could have sent him? The gang that kidnapped Tiffany or Temper?“If you can hear me right now, I need you to navigate to your right corner with speed,” an instruction came from Rex. I heard it this time
I sat up and looked around ,I tried finding the gun I took from the stalker.You finally awake, it been two days I was called to find you by your friend Rex.I am joe ,Rex’s friend he said ,stretching forth his hand for a handshake. Don't worry your gun is safe. How were you able to find me and where is my phone? Rex sent me your last location and I followed the map and got to were your car was and I searched the area. Found you unconscious and brought you here.Oh here is your new phone, it was badly damage so I had to get you a new one also I found out your car has a tracker so I dumped it .Temper most have had the car tracked, thanks man I owe you.Not to worry, Rex is my very good friend, I will do anything for him.he said tapping me on my shoulder.You should eat something, I made you sandwich, you have only been on drip for the last 48 hours, Joe reminded me again .Am okay, have stayed more days underground, I was once a solider, so I can survive. I boosted I need to ge
At this point, I'm beginning to think Mark doesn't give a fuck about me. What's taking him so long to show up and rescue me from this despicable place? I can't even breathe right now. The atmosphere lurking around is driving me crazy.Not even my Dad or Mark knows my whereabout or even to ask about my destination. Could there be more to this? Is my Father somehow connected to my kidnap? I doubt that! I mean, my Father loves me so dearly. He doesn't joke with me a bit. How would he do this to me, knowing it'll hurt me badly? I need answers. This doesn't even make sense to me. Damn it!I searched for my phone to call my Father and the unexpected happened. My phone has been taken away , just when I required it the most. Why am I being plagued by misfortunes lately?Who do I turn to now for refuge? I flickered my gaze around, but was unable to find anyone to bail me out of this unfortunate situation.Luckily for me, I spotted Stefano approaching my direction with a pack of food. I was
It's been 4 horrific hours with Temper, and he still won't let go. It's the worst hours of my life I can't get back. Here I was believing his numerous guests would distract him and overturn his decision, sadly it didn't.A thousand times I pleaded with him, but not for once did he listened. His attitude wasn't stunning to me. I mean, I knew he was a jerk, but It never occurred to me that he would forcefully include me in this case. Temper and I haven't crossed each other's paths in the past or had any altercation that would make him want to lead me to my destruction. I'm pretty sure I'll be apprehended by the cops even before I get to find Mark.After seeing his last guest at the exit door, Temper rushed back to me and opened his drawer to bring out the pistol gun.“Damn you,” I muttered succinctly and groaned in silence. I grinned my teeth angrily, but I couldn't do anything stupid to him. Temper is heavily guarded. It might take a miracle for me to get past his security.“Take t
Damn fool! I should have known Temper was fucking pulling my legs when he promised to text Mark's address.Oh, no. I was a fool for trusting someone like him. If he could betray his political acquaintances, who then am I?I glanced at my phone repeatedly, hoping to see a notification of the address, but unfortunately, I found nothing.Now I'm stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea. A part of me wants me wants to escape, while another voice propelled me to stay optimistic.The thought of Temper wiping my family away from the surface of the earth reversed my decision.I won't forgive myself if anything bad happens to them due to my negligence.I reached out to Temper over the phone, but he wasn't responding. A thousand times I called him, but he ignored my calls, How will I accomplish this without the aid of the address? This must be the most difficult moment of my life where I get to rack my head for a lasting solution.I gestured to an isolated area to cool off and elude the sc
Mark's POVEw! I reek of sweat. I haven't changed my outfit since Temper granted me that ridiculous holiday to perfect his mischievous act.I needed to visit my flat and change my outfit to something different. I was without my sophisticated weapons and I haven't had my bath, either. So much I need to do at home.“I need to go home now,” I told Joe and waited for his response. Of course, he declined with an immediate response.“You crazy? Why would you wanna do that? You just survived an assassination attempt and you still wanna make this move? Does it occur to you that Temper might have sent someone to your flat? Oh, you thought he'd let you walk away freely? Think, man,” Joe tossed the words and made them sink right Inside my head. I thought about what he said and realized it made sense. But temper knows too well , that I never fear anything even in death.I wasn't satisfied with his opinion. Aside from having a good bath and fetching my weapons, I still needed to tidy up a little