Shots fired! Get down! Don't move! Her driver kept screaming as she lay snuggled between her seatbelt and the leather Bentley seat with her trembling hands wrapped around her ears and her head to the floor. Everything went numb as shattered glass sprayed all over the back seat, some even sticking to her hair. Her hearing was fuzzy as the heavy artillery her supposed assassins used rang out uncontrollably, piercing the unusually serene highway air. The driver kept on swivelling and controlling the car as much as he could with a bullet stuck in his arm and before she could scream, the dark-tinted SUV which was in a hot chase with them ran into the convertible, sending them flying into the woods and ending up stuck in a ditch. She finally made it to her driver who pushed her out of the car signalling her to run. "There she is! Get her! Quick!" The leader of the assassins ordered with a thick British accent as he raised his tattoo-ridden arm in the direction in which she limped off. Hard
Her eyes fluttered open to the sound of beeping machines and her mom beckoned on her to lay back and relax. As soon as her eyelids parted, the bright light sent its fiery gaze glueing them back up. She had to then slowly acclimatize her vision only to discover she was laying down on a hospital bed with a pounding head. She tried moving but the needles attached to her didn't permit it. "Relax. Don't move. I'll call the doctor," said her mom as she rang the bedside phone. "He'll be here soon. How are you feeling?" Mrs. Morrison asked with concern written all over her as soon as she dropped the phone. The doctor walked in on them and started checking Jane's temperature and stuff. He said it was a mild migraine that she was bound to face after being knocked out. "I'm fine. How did you guys come so quickly?" she snapped at her mom immediately after the doctor left, with her face cold as always. "We had just landed in town when we heard the news. I am only grateful to him for steppi
"Goodbye mum," Marcus screamed from the car as he and Emily zoomed off, one to school and the other to his newly found job. He was so determined to show off his professionalism so here he was thirty minutes earlier than usual waiting for the remote-controlled gate to gain him access to the building. This wasn't even the second time he was there, yet the view didn't get old in his memory. As he alighted his truck, a chalet directed him to the security room where the team suited him up and linked him to their radio communications. She finally came out clad in a formal blue lady suit. He thought she would call in sick and unable to make it, but she was balancing on her heels with poise as the clothes clung onto her curves, throwing his hormones into a chaotic tantrum. "Good morning Miss" "It's ma'am to you, and get in," she corrected as they boarded the bulletproof SUV ride. "Damn! She just had to start on a bad foot," he thought as they zoomed off with another vehicle traili
For most of that Friday, Jane remained indoors. Her initial plan was to spend her free day outdoors at some packed bar or driving down to a beach or something, but after breakfast, she had found herself changing her mind at the last moment and retiring indoors to sort out some paperwork that was left over from the previous day.The mansion felt empty and silent except for the beeping notification sound from her phone. Mr. Morrison had stepped out immediately after breakfast to another business trip, promising he would check in on her regularly. She took in a deep sniff of the air and could still perceive his strong masculine cologne still stuck to her after they had hugged goodbye. She knew his absence must have grown on her by now but she couldn't help missing him. Sighing away the growing sadness, returned to burying her face in her laptop screen.Jane's errand in Berlin was a tasking one and as such, she thought it better to use the extra time to do her research, and equip herself w
The moment Sophia's dark SUV hit the road, Jane rolled down the windows. The air-conditioning in the car was functioning, but her preference at the moment was some northeastern Australia light breeze fanning her face and rustling her loose hair. Sophia tried to coax her into pulling the windows back up in fear of paparazzi or possible enemy spies spotting them but she paid no head, but only leaned back on her seat, taking in the early morning Queensland scene.Men, women and kids, piled the streets. While some were lined up on the sidewalks, hurtling to get to their various places of work or school, others when taken impatient and constant glances at their watches, anticipating when the next bus was about to drop by or sitting in their cars honking incessantly at their fellow drivers while they rushed through the road at breakneck speed. Idleness at such a bright hour of the morning seemed to be a grave offence, and no one looked ready to be charged with guilt.The bright yellow sun w
Marcus was restless as well as nervous as he shifted uneasily on his seat in the guards' quarters, but mostly nervous. He had been on missions even more demanding and extremely dangerous than travelling to a country for a month, but right there where he stared staring in mild rage at his phone screen, his heart saw no peace and neither did his head. His nervousness could be likely attributed to the fact that it had been a long time since he had been out on one of these missions. Not that he was afraid the lapse in time would affect his effectiveness, but he knew the trip to Berlin would be a tough one considering that she barely listened to him. His line of work entailed that those protected want to be protected and also are ready to listen and adhere to instructions. Much to his worry, Jane was the direct opposite of those attributes. Meanwhile, the reason for his restlessness was that for the past hour and a half, she had been calling her phone consistently and she was picking up a
"Sorry to interrupt sir. But Miss Jane is awake and is requesting to see you," the court-looking servant announced, reading Marcus' mood and keeping some yards away from him.Marcus stared at the floor in thought. "But it has been barely an hour since she slept.""It's been an hour and a half sir. Did you sleep off as well?" The servant gave a quick chuckle but when her eyes met Marcus' solid gaze, she coughed nervously, the smile disappearing from her face."Alright then. You can leave. I'll go see her now."When the maid was out of sight, he heaved a sigh and rose his tired frame. The nervousness once more returned but he shook it off and made his way confidently into the house."Did you pack my shoes?""I sent you to get a lavender-flavoured cream. What is this?"These were some of the loud rants that made Marcus halt in his steps outside Jane's bedroom door. sensing the aura too heated to go in, he stood outside listening in and stepping outside while maids rushed in and out, brin
Most of the clients who booked their Marcus and Brian's protection services back in the days when he still held prestige in the protection industry were high-class citizens like politicians, celebrities, popstars, business Moguls, and sometimes drug lords, and as per demand from their various lines of work, they had to move around frequently. To ensure that their convoys were not attacked, they carried their bodyguards along. Hence, flights and boat cruises were a regular occurrence for him. But oblivious to him, Jane did not feel the same way.A torque of tension seemed to flow in her throughout her journey to the airport. Marcus would ask several if there was something he could do to make her relax, thinking she was still not at peace with the trip, but every time he was told to shut up and focus on looking for threats on the cold dark highway route they ploughed.A few people knew but Jane despises planes. At first, she thought when she eventually got on one, the fear would fade of