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An animalistic sound ripped from Jaxon's throat as he tore down the stairs, gun gripped tightly in his hand.
“Jaxon!” I whisper-yelled.
“Jaxon!”
He didn't stop. Suddenly a man walked out from around the corner. Jaxon shot him right between the eyes. I screamed and fell onto the stairs.
He turned to look at me, eyes hard. “Get to the car. Now, Lyla!”
I got off the stairs, tears brimming my eyes. He just murdered that man without blinking. I ran to the back door and walked around the side of the building. Two men were standing there.
I couldn't move. I was stuck. My mind screamed at me telling me to run.
They slowly began walking toward me, guns raised and pointed at me.
My fight or flight response kicked in as soon as the men were close enough. I kicked the man on the right in the balls. As he fell to the ground, I punched the other guy in the nose. I ripped the gun from his hands in his moment of weakness and pointed it at him. The other man finally began to recover from me kicking him and noticed his partner was not moving. He looked up, eyes locking on the gun in my hand. He began to raise his own gun.
“Don't you dare,” I growled.
A shot rang in the air and I felt pain in my side. I screamed as I realized he shot me.
“Lyla!” I heard Jaxon yell.
I didn't say anything, afraid to take my attention away from the men in front of me. I gripped my side, feeling blood gush out of my side.
Jaxon ran around the corner and stopped abruptly and raising his gun.
He took the gun out of my hand. “Get the car started.”
I walked around to the driver side and cranked the car. When I came back around the car, both men where unconscious.
I stayed silent as I got into the passenger seat, still clutching my side. Jaxon hopped in and drove away from the house. He hadn't yet realized that I had been shot. My vision started to become blurry as the adrenaline in my system disappeared.
“Jaxon,” I whispered. He looked over at me and his eyes dropped to my hand at my side.
“Shit! Lyla! Why didn't you tell me you were shot?”
I didn't reply. The tires screeched as he pulled into a hotel and parked us behind the building, keeping the car out of sight. He ran to the desk, I'm guessing to get a room.
I saw him run to my side of the car and he picked me up bridal style, rushing to our room. He slammed the door behind us, locking it. He walked me to the bathroom and set me on the counter.
He began pulling my shirt up. I realized when the shirt reached my belly button that I didn't have a bra.
I quickly pushed his hands off of me.
“Lyla, I have to check the wound.”
“I, uh, don't have a bra on.”
Jaxon looked at me, unfazed. “I've seen a woman's boobs before Lyla. I have the check the gunshot.”
I felt my mood sour at his comment. I scowled at him as I lifted my arms, unashamed of my body. He pulled my shirt over my head and I saw him gulp.
“Seen a woman's boobs before, right?”
His eyes lifted to mine before shaking his head and grabbing the bag he brought in with us. He opened the bag and inside was antibiotics, gauze and medical tape.
“Were you expecting this to happen?” I asked.
“I figured I would get shot at some point, not you. I'm obviously doing a shitty job keeping you unharmed.”
I looked at him intently. “You're doing a great job,” I said softly. He looked at me for a moment before going back the the gunshot.
He grabbed a bottle of antibiotics and poured some in his hand. He handed them to me and then gave me a water bottle from out of the bag. I put the pills in my mouth and swallowed.
He pulled my arm away from the wound. “Lift this arm above your head.”
It looked to just be a graze from the bullet. It thankfully grazed between two of my ribs.
“Don't move,” he muttered.
He grabbed a bottle of something and poured a little on a cloth.
“This is going to hurt,” he said and then placed the cloth on my side.
I groaned out in pain. He lightly touched my face. “I'm sorry, it'll fade soon.”
He pulled the cloth away before putting a cooling cream on and placing a gauze over it. He began wrapping a bandage all the way around my torso a few times. When he was finished, he looked up. His face was so close to mine. His hands rested on my waist, pulling me closer to him. It took me a second to realize I still was naked on my upper half.
“Uh, Jaxon, can I put my shirt on?”
He didn't say anything. His eyes wandered back to my chest and my nipples hardened under his gaze. He groaned.
“Jaxon,” I whispered.
His head jerked up and he crushed his lips to mine.
Holy shit, I've been imagining this for days and nothing prepared me for the way this would feel. Nothing compares.
I moaned into the kiss. He pulled me forward by my hips until I was flush against him. My legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him closer to me. The soft material of his suit rubbed against my nipples, causing me to moan again.
His tongue explored my mouth.
Wow. He's an amazing kisser.
He pulled away and rested his head against mine, looking at me intently.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered after a second.
“What?” I muttered.
“I shouldn't have done that.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I'm your bodyguard Lyla.”
I crossed my arms over my chest, suddenly very self-conscious. He pulled my arms away.
“Stop, you're perfect.”
I shook my head, pushing him off of me so that I could jump off of the sink. I winced as my feet collided with the floor, sending a jolt to my side. I leaned down slowly to get my shirt. His arm wrapped around my waist, picking me up and placing me back on the sink.
“Jaxon,” I said, trying to get down again. His hands went to my waist, holding me in place.
“Let me go,” I whispered, tears threatening to spill. Rejected. That's how I felt. Utterly rejected and humiliated.
His hand reached under my chin, lifting my face to look at him. “We have to talk about what happened back at the house.”
I pulled the hand towel off of the counter and put it under my armpits, hiding my boobs. He scrunched his eyebrows but didn't comment.
“There's nothing to talk about. Obviously those men are working for Mark.”
“I mean, yeah, but that's not what I was talking about Lyla.” I looked at him, confused. “I killed someone,” he whispered. “And you watched me do it. I saw the horror on your face.”
I cleared my throat. I pushed him away so that I could jump off the counter and he let me this time. I turned my back to him as I pulled the T-shirt back on, careful to keep it away from my side.
“Your job is to keep me safe and they were trying to take me or kill me. You did what you had to.” I didn't turn back around to look at him.
“Lyla, I'm not stupid. I knew you were scared of me in that moment.”
“I wasn't scared of you, just of what you're capable of.”
“I have no remorse for what I did,” he muttered.
“I know.”
I turned around and walked out of the bathroom. I plopped down on the one bed in the room.
“Do I have time to sleep? I think these antibiotics are making me drowsy.”
“Yeah, go ahead.” He walked toward the door.
“Where are you going?” I yawned.
“Out.”
“Where?”
He didn't say anything as he walked out of the door, closing it behind him. I didn't have time to ponder on it much because I passed out moments later.
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The Bodyguard of the Mafia boss's daughter (part 8/32)