Protecting My Mafia Princess The Rise Of A Crime Boss

Colton Cruz...When my name rolls of your lips, it should be fear that consumes you. I did not become the best in the business by playing it straight. You will find me on the wrong side of the law and your go-to-man for almost anything. But what I do best is protect the Stone Crime Boss and his family. My next assignment, Trinity Stone, spoiled brat, and daughter to Vic and Alexa Stone.

This is not what I do, I do not babysit, but little Miss 'I can do what I want has every single one of my men refusing to shadow her. She is a nightmare, and I am the one that has to put up with her.

The last time I saw Trinity was over a year ago; I work for Vic and only Vic. You can imagine my frustration when the final one of my men came into my office a little less than a week ago to throw the towel in. She gave him the slip, and he had the full wrath of Vic come down on him. This is where I come in; if I cannot keep Trinity under control, I lose the contract. And then I might as well close my doors.

So I find myself driving through the early morning traffic on a somewhat miserable and rainy day for my first day of babysitting duty. Jax has come along as he shall be looking after Alexa today. Ever since the recent turf war, Vic and his family have required constant protection.

For so many times this morning, I grunt and moan for I would not even want to be seen dead with little Miss Princess in private.

"The last time I saw this girl, she had braces and wore glasses bigger than my ass."

"I have never seen her before, but coming from the boys, she is a classic brat."

"I promise you if this woman gives me the slip, then I am tying her to a tree."

"Hey, maybe you can have a little thing on the side since Amber so gracefully left you."

"Gracefully? She left in the night while I was sleeping. She was too shit scared to look me in the eye and tell me she was banging the neighbor."

"Still, classic man. And now you have Misses Muffet to keep you company."

Just thinking of her sends shivers up my spine and belief me that they are not the good shivering kind. I love a beautiful woman both in my bed and to look at. To be surrounded by ugly for almost a full day is seriously going to put a damper on my ego.

But time to push that thought to the side, for our location has just come up on the right. We slowly cruise up the driveway and park at the back of this very old-style white mansion. We are soon met by one of my men that stays on the property at the back.

"Morning, boss, just thought I would come to give you the heads up. Little Princess is throwing a tantrum this morning."

"What is new? The damn woman is a nightmare."

"She does not want a tail, least of all you. She said you are an arrogant asshole."

"Hahaha. That makes her..."

Just then, we see Alexa appear in the doorway, waving us on to come inside. Here goes another damn session with tea and cake, and when I say cake, I mean the real doughy shit.

So we casually make our way in, but as we step through the doorway, we can hear a woman scream at the top of her voice. It is more like the whining of an annoying bug. And listening to the pleas of the other man, we can safely establish that it is Vic. Alexa only but smiles as I walk past her.

"Just excuse Trinity; she is not always like this."

I nearly choke on my own breath...she is not always like this? It is like all the damn time. I have heard this girl have a hissy fit when I am in Vic's office on the other side of the house.

We are slowly coming up to the kitchen; I start to brace myself for the horror is about to happen.

And then, as we turn the corner...

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…TRINITY POV…

It is a cold and miserable day; the rain has been coming down in a drizzle since six this morning. Today I am going to the salon, and for some stupid reason, I need a bodyguard. This is not my turf war; I do not want to have some big and buff brainless man following me around. I have given all the others the slip; this one will be just as easy.

I go for what is the fifth dress now and pull it up from over my thighs. I wiggle my ass as Islip them over and tuck in my breasts. I give one last spin as I look into the tall mirror on the far side wall of my walk-in closet. I am pleased with what I see; let's see how Mr. Bodyguard can catch this from slipping away from him.

But first, it is my father and me; I do not even see any of my friends because of these damn men following me around. And let us not even go to having a boyfriend; I cannot even remember when last I was with a man.

So I make my way downstairs to where daddy dearest is having his coffee in the kitchen.

"Daddy, please, can you just let me go out by myself."

"No, Trinity, you shall go out with Colton."

"Colton? What happened to the other guy?"

"Please do not act stupid. You are running out of bodyguards. Can you stop trying to get away, these men are getting tired of your tantrums."

"What tantrums? I don't have tantrums. I want to do what I want to do; I do not need a babysitter."

"Trinity, you are getting one. End of story!"

"Can I at least pick them? This one is probably an arrogant asshole."