All Chapters of Ophelia's Bodyguard: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damian   I grabbed a few of the handguns out of the bag and walked out of the closet back into the major section of the cabin. I placed a gun in the drawers in the kitchen, one on either side of the counter, and placed another one in the drawer on the island. I walked into the living room and placed a gun in the drawer on the coffee table then went into the laundry room and placed a gun in the cabinet above the washing machine. It might be overkill, but you can never be too safe. I walked out of the laundry room and went over to the couch, kicked off my boots, pulled my gun from behind my back, and set it on the coffee table. I laid down on the couch. I felt exhausted even though we had stopped a few times along the way down here. I slept very little last night.  Once Ophelia put away clothes, she came out into the living room and sat down in the recliner. I looked over at her and motioned for her to come here. She got up f

Damian I hated to leave Ophelia alone, but I told Joe that I would help him around the ranch and that’s what I was going to do. Joe was already up and waiting when I got to the main house. I grabbed a cup of coffee and we sat out on the back porch talking about what he wanted to do today. We were going to be moving the cows from one pasture to another, giving the horse fresh hay, and cleaning out the barn. We were going to be running the fence and checking for any spots that needed to be fixed. We were also going to work on getting a site ready for the next barn he was going to build. A couple of the ranch hands showed up, and we went to the barn to get the horses saddled. I was so excited to see Browning. Joe had been taking good care of him, he looked healthy and happy. I put his bridle on, walked him out of the stall and tied him up. I ran a brush over him and checked for any sores then grabbed the saddle pad

Liam   When I left the club, I knew exactly where I wanted to go. I stopped by my apartment and packed some clothes. I went over to my safe, pulled out all the cash that I had and my passports. I tossed my old phone in the safe and grabbed the other burner phones I had. I put everything in a duffle bag, went downstairs, got in my car, and drove to the airport. I knew I wouldn’t be able to use the private plane, so I used one of the fake IDs that I had to purchase the plane ticket to Russia.  I’ll admit, I was a little nervous about going to Russia. Ivankov was pissed after the massacre of his men at the papermill, and Viktor wasn’t too happy about the head he received. But I hoped that they would still help me. After a twelve-hour flight, I arrived in Russia. I got off the plane, grabbed my bags, and walked out of the airport. I called a taxi and gave him the address to Ivankov’s compound.&

Damian   Ophelia told me she was going to the store today, so when she left, I thought nothing of it. A few hours passed, and I had not seen her come back. I tried calling her, but she didn’t answer. She always answers my calls. I sent her a text and still nothing. I went back to the cabin. Maybe I missed seeing her pass.   She was not in the cabin. I called her again, but still no answer. I called again, still no answer. My heart rate was rising as I thought of all the things that could be wrong.   I sent her a text, but no reply. I called her again, no answer. I was in full panic mode. Something was wrong. This was not like her to ignore my calls or texts.   I ran back to the main house and went inside. Mary and Joe were sitting at the island eating lunch, “I need to borrow the truck,” I said with urgency.   “What’s wrong?&r

Ophelia   When I woke up, I instantly felt the worst headache I’d ever had. As I observed my surroundings and the room I was in, realizing I have no idea where I was. The room was beautiful though, it was painted light grey and had white and grey marble floors. There was decorative trim all around the room. The vaulted ceiling held a beautiful chandelier in the center.  I got down out of bed and went to the door. I turned the doorknob, but it was locked from the outside. I began pounding on the door, hoping that someone would hear and open it.  “HELLO!”   “LET ME OUT!”  “PLEASE! SOMEONE LET ME OUT!” I cried.When no one answered my cries, I went over to the window and pushed the curtains back. I gasped when I saw all the snow that covered the ground. I tried to open the window, but it was locked also. Where the hell am I?