I smiled darkly when I saw her bodyguard drive her out of her father's mansion to the club as usual.
I imagined how boring it would be to be her bodyguard.All she ever did was to go clubbing , shopping and to brunch with friends.I'd been following Tiffany for close to a week now, and not even the bodyguard was aware,I couldn’t blame him though. I had years of training in this.I followed the car carefully and patiently, making sure to keep a bit of a distance to avoid being noticed.Today was the final day the boss had given me to get the girl. I didn’t know what he wanted and I honestly didn’t care.This was a job to me, nothing more.The Don’s orders were to kidnap her and keep her locked up in one of the Mafia safe houses till he gave me further instructions.I pulled my car over a short distance away when I saw that they had stopped. I watched from across the club parking lot as the bodyguard stepped out and opened her door for her, she stepped out after a while.I couldn’t hear their conversation from over here, but I was oddly curious about it.I brushed my curiosity away in favor of staring at Tiffany.The first thing I had thought when I had seen her picture was how stunning she was. It turned out that the pictures didn’t do her justice.Long brown hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, the white dress clinging to her figure. She was the very picture of a siren, and she knew it.With the way men flicked around her and openly drooled over her, there was no way she didn’t know how fucking appealing she was.I relaxed my jaw when I noticed I had been grinding my teeth.Something about other men even looking at her made me irrationally angry.I watched her walk into the club in that slow, seductive stride that she had perfected. I revised my earlier thought about how boring being her bodyguard would be. The view he got to watch every day was definitely worth it.I followed them into the club, pulling my hat over my head to hide my face. My plan was to wait for either of them to use the bathroom, preferably Tiffany, so I could grab her and get us out through the back alley exit.I took a seat on the furthest part of the bar, making sure I was hidden by shadows. I dug out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, lighting one up as I bided my time.I almost fucked up the whole mission when some asshole pulled her out to the dance floor and put his filthy hands all over her. I was very close to going out there and starting a fight.A glance at the bodyguard revealed a look of pain and jealousy as he watched his charge with someone else."Bravissimo.” I whispered. Good for the girl. It was obvious she had feelings for the guard and she was actively trying to elicit a reaction from him.I blew out smoke as I watched the drama unfold.The bartender slid a glass of whiskey towards me with a salacious wink. I smirked at her and looked away.I unfortunately wasn’t interested in her, Tiffany and her bodyguard holding my entire interest at the moment. I left the drink untouched as I watched Tiffany walk up to her bodyguard, who had some girl hanging off his arms, with her eyes filled with murderous rage.I grinned when Tiffany staked her claim over the bodyguard and sent the intruder stomping away.Good girl.They walked out together shortly after and I followed after them. I had a small window of opportunity to grab the girl. It was now or never. It seemed I’d have no choice but to knock the bodyguard out and take her.I was surprised when I walked out and saw them kissing. On closer inspection, Tiffany was the one doing the kissing because a second later, Mark peeled her away from his body.I saw a lot of emotions in his eyes, they were fucking clear. I knew that he was holding onto his control by a thread. This was the best time to make my move, now that they were distracted.I moved closer to them with the intention when Tiffany suddenly spun around and ran off. I melted back into the shadows to avoid discovery as she ran past me.Perfect.My smile was wide and satisfied as I went after her. I had been angry when I had seen her eyes shimmering with tears as she stared up at the bodyguard. I had the urge to go out there and hit him for making her cry. I was surprised at my own emotions, I mentally reminded myself that she was just a job. She was none of my business.They were none of my business."Bravissimo, I just hope that stronzo won't go after her." I muttered to myself as I followed after her.I found it hard to believe that they had made my job so much easier. I would have loved to bash the bodyguard’s head against the nearest surface, but the Don’s orders had been minimal violence. He had specified that I shouldn’t use violence at all if possible. The intention was to make it look like she had run away, I guessed.I saw her sitting on the dirty alley floor, knees pulled up to her chest, heart wrenching sobs racking her small body. I knew I was a monster at that moment when all I could think about was how the position she was in had caused her dress to ride up, exposing the light pink panties she had on.I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard her burst into more tears, I brought out the injection and handkerchief in my pocket. Pouring the contents of the bottle into the fabric, I approached her silently."Mark, just let me be," I grinned. She was in for a surprise.When I was close enough, I tapped her shoulder. As soon as she raised her head to look at me, I covered her nose with the handkerchief.She tried to struggle of course, but I held the cloth over her nose till she went limp in my arms. Then, I lifted her, bridal style and carried her back to my black Jaguar.I dropped her in the back seat and looked over at her bodyguard who was still sitting in the driver’s seat of his car, face etched with misery.I was tempted to reveal myself to him, but on second thought, I got into the car and burned rubber out of the parking lot.By the time Mark noticed that Tiffany was missing, we’d be long gone.I liked to think that I'd have remembered everything Mark taught me on what to do in case of an emergency if I hadn't been out cold.It took me exactly one minute after I woke up to realize that I wasn't in my oversized four poster bed in my penthouse apartment.The bed I woke up in was a full size bed. I'd last slept on a bed this small in my college days. The mattress was also way too firm to make for a good sleep. I sat up in a rush and regretted it instantly.My head hurt like a bitch and my vision went spotty for a bit. I groaned.What !. What ! Someone had drugged me and dumped me here. The question was why?The last thing I remembered was feeling like a damn fool about being rejected by Mark and running off to lick my wounds in private.After that, everything else was a blur. I was supposed to be worried about myself, who knew what the sick psycho who had abducted me wanted? And yet the only thing I could think about was how worried Mark was going to be. I bit off a curse. I
What!There were very few things that could still surprise me. It came with the job for the most part. I had rigorous training in anticipating the worst. Always. Tiffany being taken from me was the first surprise I had had in a long time.The second came the very next day when Charlie Temper summoned me to his home office. Charlie’s home was the most unassuming, humble place you would think a billionaire, ex king of wall street, now aspiring senator would live. It was bullshit of course. It was all a carefully crafted image to draw in supporters for his campaign. It was also secure as hell. 24/7 armed security, bullet proof windows and doors and the whole works. It was overkill to me and I thought that Temper was one paranoid son of a bitch.I walked into Temper’s office ready to give him my whole spiel about how I was going to get Tiffany back and make whoever took her pay.The door had barely clicked shut behind me when Temper whirled around from where he was standing at the win
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
"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