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Bodyguard Takes Control (Audio Script)
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When an attack at a rooftop bar puts the mafia princess in danger, her bodyguard Luca takes control and gets her to safety. Alone in his secluded apartment, weeks of unspoken attraction finally come to a head. But their forbidden connection could cost Luca his job and put them both in even greater danger. After narrowly escaping an attack, a mafia princess and her bodyguard are forced to acknowledge their forbidden feelings for each other in his secret hideout.
Original fiction. Characters and events are invented.
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“Does he follow you everywhere?”
For a second, I wonder who my best friend is talking about, but as I follow her gaze, I realize and my heart skips.
Oh, right.
Him.
The dark, brooding man my father hired as my protection this summer is leaning against the wall a few feet away from us, scanning the rooftop for any potential threat to my safety.
Luca Romano.
“Unfortunately.”
Having him follow me around is bad enough, but the tension between us has been almost unbearable since we kissed the other night.
It happened so suddenly, and was over just as quick.
An impulse, an instinct.
One we both agreed could never happen again.
But for the last few days, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.
If Luca feels the same, he hasn’t let on. The man has such an intense poker face that I never know what he’s thinking, and I think he likes it that way.
“Well at least your dad chose someone hot for you to spend your summer with.”
She’s right about that.
Even across the dark rooftop bar, I see every handsome detail.
His dark, tousled hair that always looks like he’s just ran his fingers through it.
Those eyes are so deep I feel like I could drown in them.
And a jawline so sharp it looks like it could cut diamonds.
It’s a blessing and a curse.
A blessing– because there are a lot worse men I could spend my summer with.
A curse– because he’s about as off limits as it gets.
Tonight, he opted for something more casual than his usual custom cut suit and tie in an attempt to fit in, but even in jeans and a black t-shirt, the man looks intimidating as hell.
If his tall, strong build doesn’t tell you that, his venomous, signature scowl will.
I’m used to the way he looks at people, and it still gives me chills sometimes–both haunting and sexy.
He catches me staring, and for a few beats, neither of us look away.
“I’m going to go buy him a drink. See if I can get him to loosen up a bit.”
We’re at a club for goodness sake.
If he wants to blend in, he can’t be lurking in the shadows the way he is.
I spin on my heel, and take one step toward him when I notice the expression on his face change.
His eyes darken as he sets his jaw, gaze trained on something in the back while striding toward me.
“Hey I was just coming to–”
“We need to go. Now.”
“What? We just got–”
He doesn’t even wait for me to finish my sentence before grabbing my elbow and turning me toward the door.
We only make it two steps before the glass railing surrounding the roof top shatters.
His wide frame hovers over me, shielding me from the shards that fly through the air.
It isn’t until the next gunshot echoes that I realize what’s happening.
Someone is opening fire in the bar.
“We have to move. Try to stay down as you walk.”
“Luca, wait. My friends…”
He barely hears my protests as he ushers me toward the door.
“They’ll be fine.”
“I can’t leave them.”
“They’re not the target, principessa.
You are.”
The realization makes my stomach twist as he takes my hand and moves us through the panicked crowd.
It’s me. I’m the one they’re after.
The realization makes me freeze, like my body doesn’t know what to do until his voice cuts through the chaos. Familiar and calm enough to bring me back to reality.
“Hey, look at me…”
His hand grips my chin, turning me away from what’s happening behind us and locking eyes with me.
“You’re safe with me.
I’m going to get you out of here.”
For whatever reason, I trust that.
I trust him.
We move quickly, down several flights of stairs and out the front door before I really know what’s happening.
The noise dies down the further away we get, but in the distance, I hear sirens.
There’s a black escalade waiting at the curb that I recognize as one of my dad’s. Luca opens the door and shoves me inside and then climbs in behind me.
“Drive.”
Luca’s phone is already to his ear as the SUV peels off the curb and onto the streets.
His strong body is relaxed in the seat next to me, a sharp contrast to the way I tremble.
“I’ve got her.”
“No, not there. All the family properties are compromised until we know otherwise.”
“And the others?”
“I’ve got a plan. Keep me updated.”
He hangs up but doesn’t look my way, focused on the logistics.
“Take 37th street to Barrows.”
The driver doesn’t say a word, but flips around and follows Luca’s direction.
“That’s not my house.”
“We don’t know if your house is safe right now. So I’m taking you somewhere that is.”
“Where?”
He stares out the window, jaw tight and still refusing to look at me.
“My house.”
It’s quiet as we drive, the tension so thick in the air I can hardly breathe.
He can sense it, and reaches over, grabbing my hand.
“It’s okay.
You’re safe now.
No one gets to you now.”
His thumb swipes across the back of my hand over and over, and the touch soothes me a bit.´
The world doesn’t feel like it’s spinning quite as fast now.
Soon, we pull into a dark parking garage.
Luca gets out first and comes to open my door.
I follow him into the building and up the elevator, standing a foot or so behind him as he unlocks the door.
He shuts the door tightly behind it and flips the deadbolt before tripping the alarm.
“You think we’ll be safe here?”
“Yes. No one knows about this place. Not even your dad.”
My stomach drops at the mention of my dad.
“Is my dad…”
I can’t even bring myself to say it.
“He’s okay.
He’s with the team tracking the men down.”
“Do you know who ordered it?”
His eyes darken, jaw ticking as he glances down at his phone.
He probably won’t tell me if he does, not that it makes much difference.
As an heir to the Bellino crime family, there are probably several people who want me dead.
“We will soon.
And your dad’s men will handle it.
We’ll just wait it out here until they do.”
I wonder how long that could take. I know that I’m safe with him, but being alone with him after that kiss makes me anxious.
“I’ll be right back.
Make yourself comfortable.”
Usually, I don’t have a problem being on my own, but tonight feels different.
Even the few seconds he’s out of the room has my heart racing and I try to distract myself by looking around.
I take a shallow breath, surveying his apartment.
It’s exactly as I would expect from him–clean, orderly, and quiet.
In fact, a little too quiet.
It almost feels like no one lives here at all.
“How about some coffee?”
He hands me a steaming cup and I take it, cradling it in my hands.
The warmth soothes me a little, and so does his presence near me again.
“Thank you.”
“Mhm.”
His eyes trace my body, lingering on my chest for a few seconds and at first, I think he’s checking me out.
“I, um…
I’m going to need to look at that.”
I follow his gaze down to my ribs, and realize for the first time that I’m bleeding.
“Oh my god. Is that…”
He catches my hand before I can touch it.
“It’s okay.
You’re okay.
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