Adrien's Bodyguard Romane & Geschichten

But I needed someone the judge would believe was committed, loyal, and could trust to disappear without causing any media circus. My eyes scanned the lobby, skipping past the nervous lawyers and staff. They are a figure leaning against a pillar, patiently waiting. He was tall, six-foot-one, and well built with a strong, quiet intensity in his dark eyes. He was my bodyguard, Adrian Cole. Adrian. The man who had been secretly in my life for two years. He was very loyal, desperate for money to take care of his ailing godmother, Martha, and completely under my control. I went to him, my mind was racing through the calculations of his medical debt, his past financial troubles, and his unspoken co

"I'll tell you what it's about once I've settled that matter, okay?" Stephanie didn't press on the subject. She just said, "Take care of yourself." "Don't worry about me." Adrian then pulled Stephanie into his arms. He dipped his head and kissed her long and hard. A while later, he finally walked out of the villa. A group of bodyguards were patrolling the villa's perimeters. The security was very tight, that was for sure. A bodyguard opened the car door for Adrian. He got into the car right away. Once the door was slammed shut, the car quickly sped away from the villa.

“Bodyguard.” Cassian blinked. Then laughed. “Oh, my father must be livid.” Rowan didn’t respond. He wasn’t here to laugh. He was here to protect something or someone that clearly didn’t want to be saved. Cassian dropped the ice and stood, eyes flicking over Rowan’s frame tall, built, black T-shirt stretched over muscle and discipline. “Not bad. At least they sent someone with arms this time.” “Try anything and I break your arm,” Rowan replied.

I add, folding my arms across my chest. It’s my only shot at not wallowing and dying in poverty. “It’s the boss’s rules,” he replies. “We’re your bodyguards, and he’s ordered us to go wherever you go.” Adrian’s words float above my head, my ears ringing with his disgustingly arrogant, deep voice. “You’ll be assigned two bodyguards and a driver. They’ll take you to school and bring you back when you’re done with your classes.” He did it. He actually—

I can only imagine how your face will react when I tell you all these things. ************ Ayden went downstairs and asked Adrian to gather the distinguished guards because he wanted them with something very important. Adrian came with three people. The first was Sebastian, a blond man with blue eyes, 184 cm tall and a very serious face. The second one was called Martin, a man with brown skin, brown eyes, and black hair, and his eyebrows were curled seriously. The third was Johnny, a blond man with brown eyes and a normal face. Ayden asked them to sit down after they entered his office.

“Anyway, that painting was sold by Francesca, and the money was wasted on hiring her own minions, guns and cars, which she didn’t even get the chance to use for a long time.” Adriano hisses. When he steps forward, my bodyguards close in on them, forcing him to stop. And then,... Dad’s bodyguards, who are hiding outside the warehouse, burst inside with their guns pointing at Adriano and his lapdogs. “Surrender peacefully or die brutally,” I say, my glare directed at Adriano’s. To my surprise, Adriano doesn’t even give a signal for his lapdogs to fight back. But, they all seem to know their roles really well. One of them tosses a canister on the floor.

However, I wasn't someone else; I harbored resentment toward my brother and couldn't care less about his children's emotions. "I won't make promises," I grinned, leaving the room. ****** Adrien Arriving at my destination with thirty minutes to spare, I cut the engine, shared my location with my father, and exited the car without my phone. Pressing the lock button on the key fob, I heard the beep and proceeded towards the building, noticing three men standing guard with rifles outside the door. "Search him," One of the men commanded. I underwent a weapon search, but all I had was my car key, prompting snickers from the guys. I was led into the house by one of them, down a long hallway, a brie

“Good. No issues? Pryce can be… verbose.” “The exchange was brief and professional, sir,” Silas replied, his voice a model of neutral efficiency. He stood at ease, hands clasped loosely behind his back, the picture of the perfect, detached bodyguard. Only Leo, attuned to every micro-shift, saw the tension corded in his neck, the unnatural stillness in his shoulders.

I sighed, "Remember the last guard that I had.. he cried when I switched his protein powder with the sugar powder. They are more concerned about losing their muscles than my safety." "Adrien is not like others. He is a former soldier. He is well trained and can protect you better than anyone else." His words were firm and I could see that he was not going to take a 'no' for an answer. I looked at the man who looked delicious to me, just a few seconds ago but now he is not less than another shackle around my feet, "Follow me out."

"Alright then, your timing is perfect." Adriana leaned closer and lowered her voice. "I feel like someone has been following me lately. Probably because I'm alone in a foreign country—someone might be eyeing my valuables." Mars immediately gave a thumbs-up. "You are very perceptive. Don't worry, I'll be your personal bodyguard." "I won't take advantage of you either—I'll pay you separately." Adriana patted his arm generously. She had already seen Mars's fighting ability before. "Miss Adler, you are way more generous than my boss!" Mars flattered her without hesitation.