Guarding The Bratty Mafia Heiress

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picture during the briefing at the office a few days ag

e, told me she is the kind of girl who w

my brain even goes there. I should have requested a reassignment, but I didn

her sleepy eyes widen in horro

smell?" she says,

ng, princess. W

on my face gives me away. This is going

e lunges for the steering wheel, and for a second, I swear

signed a contract to keep you safe, and I promised your mo

e's putting me through," she snaps, c

say. She thinks she might lose you t

ell. Someone wants you dead, remembe

aying in that infuriating way she probably doesn't even

r bags? No one here is y

r big muscles for? Put them to work." Then she stru

pite the cool air. Who the hell travels with this

ump," she gestures around the living room, w

decor it isn't villa qualit

ur style, defeats the point of laying low." I d

me there's a

no pool. There is a treehouse

s that a joke? Do I look

eeds disciplining." And I instantly regret it, beca

ht actually have to follo

ide my arousal. "You will survive in a four be

our ex boyfriends, or am I

rify, we're

like you anyway. You definitely ha

y fingers brush the six familiar sides of the die I a

n and help make dinner." I walk off before

lf into work installing security alarms, che

s. I stock the pantry that by the time

nds upstairs, something heavy smashing to the floor, foll

ckly rushing up the sta

ighten. I push open the

t, baggy shirt. Sht. She sure has a sexy body. I force t

id you hit

es to shove me off,

. Sit down befor

er. Stop treating me l

e her to the bed, my hands brush

small gash along her hairline,

I ask, keeping

p shelf, stood on a piec

you just a

helpless damsel, des

ess, it's common sense. You

just scraped my

an a scrape, yo

per no fcking way, t

nutes away, and we're suppos

hen nods. "Fine. But if you sc

I say, already moving

n, you have to use your essential skil