Adrien's Bodyguard Romane & Geschichten

But something about Damon had broken his rhythm. Maybe it was the way Damon had leaned toward his mother when Luca lined up the shot. Maybe it was how human he looked. Adrian’s voice echoed in Luca’s earpiece. “You’re being inserted as close protection. Full access. Finish it clean this time.” Luca didn’t respond. He already knew the consequences of silence. Damon met his new bodyguard in the elevator. The man was tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in a plain black suit that didn’t quite conceal the lethal grace beneath it. Dark hair fell carelessly over sharp gray eyes. A thin scar traced his jawline.

Pain and surprise flashed over him, but the second man’s grin only widened. “You’ve got spirit,” he said. “I like that.” Before they could close in, a shadow fell across the floor. They both froze, color draining from their faces. “I thought you were dead,” one whispered. “I am not easy to kill,” a low, calm voice said. I looked up and froze. It was Adrian, Vale’s personal bodyguard. His presence was like steel, a wall that had appeared just when I needed it. He stepped forward, placing himself squarely between me and the men.

he roared. From outside, several bodyguards in black suits rushed in with wielding batons. They glared menacingly at Sebastian. "Kill him!" Adrian commanded. The bodyguards charged at Sebastian. But within seconds, they were all lying on the ground and groaning in pain. Seeing this, Adrian was terrified. He stepped back and stammered, "W-What are you going to do to me?" Sebastian didn't say anything and kicked Adrian again, sending him sprawling. Adrian vomited up the alcohol in his stomach and writhed in agony.

The white guy must have realized there is no way the code wallet will be around anywhere because he pull me into his car and locked the door. My heart jump instantly into my mouth and i began to pray to my lord to save me from the scarred face but handsome man who seem to be in his early thirties. He didn't drive, i thank my lord for that because there is still a chance to escape ... Right? I have seen Angelina Jolie, a famous actress does that many times without numbers, I mean jumping out of a running car. If i put the right pressure and adrenaline i might even be better than her.

“Really. Just a few scratches.” Her gaze flicked to Cole, taking in his imposing frame and the gun holstered discreetly at his side. “And this must be your new… assistant?” “Something like that,” I muttered. “Bodyguard,” Cole said simply, offering his hand. “Cole Maddox.” Julia hesitated, then shook it. “Well. You’ll have your hands full with this one.” “Already noticed,” he replied, deadpan. I groaned. “Fantastic. You two can bond over how impossible I am.”

Instead of answering, one of the burly men shifted to the side. ​Right behind that massive figure, Adrian’s two personal bodyguards could be seen lying pitifully on the hallway floor. One of them was still unconscious, covered in bruises. Seeing Adrian’s expression instantly turn grim upon discovering his men had been incapacitated, A quiet laugh escaped her. "See? How stupid of you to think I’d fall for your little trap." Anna glanced at her bodyguard. "Hit him... and keep him conscious." The bodyguard immediately swung his fist, landing a blow right in Adrian’s stomach.

"They'll be working directly under my command." The three men stepped forward simultaneously. "Miss Adriana," Enzo said, "I'd like you to meet the Trio. Your father personally assigned them to protect you." "'Trio?' That's the best name you could come up with? Sounds ridiculous." She folded her arms. "So Dad really assigned me four bodyguards?" "Three bodyguards," Enzo corrected calmly. "And one Head of Security." Adriana rolled her eyes. "Whatever." Enzo opened the passenger door of the Bugatti and looked at her. "Are you ready to see your father?"

A thousand times damn! “Get down, Mr. Adrian!” shouted the driver, who was also acting as my bodyguard. He was armed and at this point was already aiming at the two criminals with the barrel of his pistol. However, I was unarmed and was not going to stand there waiting to see which of the shooters would get the better of me, especially since the target was my head.

“Look at me.” I lift my chin but don’t soften. “You think he’s better than me?” Adrian asks quietly. “Is that what this is?” “I never said that.” “You didn’t have to.” He laughs under his breath, sounding bitter. “So you’re running from one powerful man to another. Trading ranks now?” My jaw tightens. “Move.” “You even have his bodyguards following you,” he adds, as if that proves something. “You think I didn’t see him?” Bodyguards. What is he talking about? Did someone follow me here?

“You’re sick.” Adrian smiled sadly. “No. I’m devoted. When I worked at Apex Veil, I saw how lonely you were. All that power, all that control, and no one who truly understood the weight you carried. I tried to get closer. I submitted proposals to improve your personal security. They called me unstable and fired me.” His expression darkened for a moment. “But I never stopped watching. I learned everything about you. Your four-hour sleep schedule. The way you prefer black coffee. How you touch your throat when you’re anxious. How you leave things Kane touches untouched for days.”