The Bodyguard - Chapter 2

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Title: THE BODYGUARD
Chapter: 2
Rating: Nc-17
POV: Taylor / Skye / Santiago
Authors Notes: Hey guys

Sorry for the delay. Chapter 2 turned out longer than we expected.
But we promise that we will update Chapter 3 in the following days.

Thank you very much for your great feedback last time, we Team Zaylor girls appreciate it very much! ♥♥

For our bodyguard story, we need few additional characters and each of us in the team have chosen one character. They will also have some short passages from their own point of view around our main plot, which is the Zaylor story.

In this Chapter we added the cop named as Eagle Eye.
And to give him a face, he will be played by (Rafael Cardoso).



We will insert few pictures in every chapter to give you better imagination of our characters and story background.

Hope you enjoy Chapter 2


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TAYLOR:

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I sat on the windowsill of this luxury hotel room with my eyes closed and listened to some music from mundane TV channels until the lyrics from a 90's music video about a girl named Lucky on a random music channel caught my attention.

Early morning, she wakes up
Knock, knock, knock on the door
It's time for make-up, perfect smile
It's you they're all waiting for
They go,
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"
And they say,
She's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there's nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?
Lost in an image, in a dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?

The song kind of made me sad because I knew very well how that girl felt. Somehow, I felt a connection to her; it also could have been a story about me. Her feelings and mine were the same. I didn't want my daughter to experience the same kind of life and unhappiness. I wiped a tear away with my sleeve and stood up to get changed and to get ready for another day full of interviews and another show tonight.

Skye knocked on my hotelroom door about a half hour later. I almost didn't recognize him this morning.

"Oh my god, what happened to you?" I asked horrified when I saw a long red bruise over his cheek. He greeted me shortly and walked into my room.

"Good morning to you, too. I got mugged by a few bandits last night. But thank god I got help from a stranger."

"Oh my god Skye, that looks serious. Did you see a doctor? You might have a concussion."

I reached my hand out to touch his cheek but he waved it aside.

"No, not necessary, Eagle Eye already administered first aid," he winked and added a little offended,  "I thought it did not look that conspicuous anymore, I've already covered it with make up!"

He pouted and began to scrutinize himself in the mirror. Typical Skye always wants to look perfect.

"I'm sorry; I'm just worried about what happened to you. Seems like there is nowhere safe anymore!  Where did that happen?"

"Downtown, near the red light district on the way to my usual coffee shop. Gosh, Tay, you should have seen the guy who helped me. His name is Blade, he has professional self-defense skills and he knocked down those thugs before you can say Jack Robinson." His blue eyes were full of excitement while he was speaking.

"Sounds like he is a super hero." I joked in response, unsure if Skye was amplifying his story purposefully.

I didn't know what to think about his strange encounters to be honest; it worried me that even an unknown person like Skye couldn't go to buy a coffee anymore without getting mugged. But at least there are still some people left in this crazy world who are willing to help a stranger in need.

I sat down on the bed and watched him walk to the armoire and begin to pull out outfits.

"I swear that guy is incredible, Taylor! He's so manly and strong. I don't know what those guys would have done to me if he wasn't there, they might have killed me! Gosh, hopefully Eagle Eye finds somebody like him for you. I even honestly think that he'll be a perfect person to protect you, Tay."

"I'm glad that he came to help you." I replied absently.

Skye's words agitated me and made me feel more conscious about our safety. He was right that it's about time to hire someone to take care of me and Skye while Eagle Eye is at work and don't have time to watch over us.

"I'll see Eagle Eye later, Tay, hopefully he can pull some strings for you."

"Yeah," I nodded, still thinking about what he told me.

"By the way, what are you wearing, Tay? Gosh, I see it's high time that I came." He gave me a glance of appraisal.

"Why? What's wrong with my outfit?" I frowned and glanced down on my clothes.

Skye gave a girly sigh. "Babe seriously, red jeans and Cowboy boots don't work together. Let me get you something else, okay?" he said and continued clearing out my wardrobe to select my ensemble for the day. Skye and I always thought we have nothing to wear, even though mine and his closet is overloaded with stuff. We loved shopping and shoes a lot. But I admit it. Skye and I were both men of style.

SKYE:

“Hi!” I held his hands and squeezed them lightly. Like usual, Eagle Eye was wearing his uniform which only increased his sex appeal. He looked amazing as always in his police man attire. Some of his curly hair was stuck to his forehead because of the sweat that formed there. I wiped his forehead lightly and gave him a smile after seeing the worried expression on his face

“Are you really ok now? I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there to save you.” His large hands covered mine, and I felt safe. When I’m with Eagle Eye, I always felt so much better and safer. Well, first he’s a cop and second, he loved me, and he would protect me from anyone. Third, I believed in him. I suddenly felt the urge to kiss his soft lips at that moment, thinking of how lucky I am to have someone like Eagle Eye while his fingers started caressing my bruise.

“So what’s the name of the guy who saved you?” He asked while he just continued caressing my sore cheek, his face coming nearer and nearer to my face. I blinked the moment I thought about Blade and smiled. I leaned back and sat down on the marble table in my terrace.

“His name is Blade. I guess he’s a few years older than me. He was wearing sunglasses and he has long hair tied in a ponytail. He’s so good, Andrew. I swear, if only you saw how he fought... He beat those three guys up who were all bigger than him in like, 5 minutes or less. It was so nice that he accompanied me to have coffee coz I still felt shaken up, and then I drove him back to his place. He was cold and distant, I mean, he didn’t talk much to me, but I don’t know, he seemed to be a trustworthy person and I just have a good feeling about him. I really admired him for rescuing me. Coz imagine, he….”

“Beat those thugs who are bigger than him, like in five minutes or maybe even less!” He continued for me in a exaggerated tone. His face was animated as he spoke, trying to imitate me, and then after saying that; he cringed as if he smelled something really bad. The whole time, he was just staring at me while frowning.

“Oh no, Andrew, please don’t tell me you’re jealous?!” I followed it with a short laugh.

“Of course not! “ He answered defensively. His nose flaring as he glared at me.

I tried to hide a little smile, although I’m not sure if I succeed. “Hon, I just appreciate Blade coz he helped me without asking for anything. I’m thankful to him, but it doesn’t mean that I have feelings for him…” I played with my fingers over his chest, then cuddling closer to him.

“Please be a gentleman and stop looking grimly ok?,” I hummed.

"I'm not jealous; I’m just not delighted by the fact that you adore a thug."

I sighed and tried to end the conversation with a firm kiss on his lips. A kiss long enough for him to stop having doubts about our relationship.

I felt his soft lips and smelled his minty breath. I didn't want to pull away to be honest, but my question was really important, so slowly, I withdrew from the kiss.

“By the way, did you find a bodyguard for Tay?” I said in shaky breath. I was still sitting on the marble table; my legs were parted while Eagle Eye was between them. The position could have been perfect, if I didn't worry about Taylor so much.

He released a deep sigh, obviously disappointed but answered me, anyway. “Well, I know someone who worked for the government before, his name is Santiago Boleyn. He and his buddies are really good. They used to work under special missions given by the government. They are good fighters, sharp shooters, and if what I heard was right, they were monsters when it comes to their opponents. They’re fast, naturally gifted fighters using multiple techniques.

“Wow! Sounds like they can really protect Taylor!” I clasped my hands at the back of his neck and swayed my legs to and fro in excitement.

He started fishing inside the pocket of his uniform and gave me the card he pulled out from it.

“This is Santiago’s address, he works in a bar and he’s got a lot of connections. He will certainly know who to recommend.”

The look of the card made me frown, it says, ‘Santiago's saloon’.

“Is that a night club?" I looked at the dancing girl among the letters and gave him a frown.

He shook his head.

“No, it’s just a bar which he owns."

"Santiago... is he also gay?"

He began to laugh.

"Santiago? He is anything, but definitely not gay."

"You say that as if it would be a bad thing." I pouted, a little offended.

Me and Andrew have been together for six months and I was curious about his visits to bars in the past but it's like what I said, I trusted him, and besides, whether he dated girls before or if he used to go to bars before for pleasure, it didn’t matter anymore.

“Will you go with me tomorrow to meet him?”

“No, sorry, I can’t. I’ll be on duty the whole day. If you want, we can go the next day.”

“I can’t wait any longer, honey. Taylor’s stalker is alarming me, he badly needs a bodyguard as soon as possible.”

“So you’ll just go there tomorrow by yourself?”

"Yep, I’ll call you once I have talked to him, alright?"

“Kay, so are we now settled? Can we now go back to…”

SANTIAGO:

Not many customers came into the bar this afternoon. The old man who’s my regular guest sat by the window watching the raindrops running down the window pane. This would be a good opportunity to clean my gun collection in the back room. I took my crutches to stand up but the ringing of the bells over the entrance door interrupted my intention.

"Hello, hello, excuse me, Sir?"

I turned around and saw a young man walking into my saloon. I didn't need more than one glance of appraisal to know he didn't look like my usual customers. City slickers usually didn't set a foot in a bar like mine, less than ever in this district.

"Excuse me Sir; do you know a guy named Blade?"

The words of the young man came quick and without pause to think, but I could sense a ray of uncertainty in his voice. I turned around and looked into his eyes.

"Who are you, one of his johns?"

My opinion about rich, stuck-up pricks was more than poor to be honest, but at least most of them were good tippers. Besides, who doesn't have to pretend to be friendly to his customers in his job?

"Johns?" He asked as if he didn't know what I meant.

"Yeah from his brothel on Lincoln Street."

Apparently he didn't even know which part of the city he was in.

"He has a brothel?!?"

The young man widened his eyes and seemed to be taken aback for a moment. I knew that Blade was a maverick; it was natural that my first assumption was that he must be one of his Johns. Furthermore, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to say that he's definitely not a law enforcer.

"No, no I'm not... my name is Skye and my boyfr.. uhm friend Andrew gave me a note with the address of this saloon. He said I would find a guy named Santiago Boleyn here and I just noticed that it is the place where I dropped Blade off a few days ago, so I was wondering if you might know him..."

He yanked a business card of my saloon out of his trouser pocket and showed it to me.

"I am Santiago." I stated.

"Andrew said you'll know why I came. I work as a manager in the tour business; my boss is looking for a security person, a 'bodyguard' to put it simply..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, he gave me a call. Come on; let's go in my back room. We can talk undisturbed there." I cut him off.

He suddenly looked up at me in a mix of mistrust and fear. I noticed him watching as I got my crutches and I knew he was uncomfortable. I had enough experiences with rich, spoiled sons in this world who didn't know how to deal with people with disabilities.

"I don't bite." I frowned at him, when he didn't make a move to follow me.

He laughed nervously and blushed.

"Oh of course Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't want to give you a false impression... I'm just not used to being in this rough of a neighborhood. I got mugged a few days ago, just a few blocks from here and if I had not gotten help from that noble-minded person Blade, I... I do not know if I would be standing here now."

He spoke all those words in the few steps it took to get to my back room. I looked at him irritated; he sure knew how to talk. I could very well imagine that a boy like him got mugged in the red light district. Just a short glance at his expensive designer clothes and his naive expression on his girly face was enough. If I would have been short of money, it could even have been me mugging him a few years prior. Meanwhile, I prefer smarter ways of ripping people off.

"Can I offer you a drink? A glass of milk? Orange juice?" I asked him.

"Orange juice would be fine, thanks," he answered.

He didn't even get that I was making fun of him. Poor boy had apparently never gotten to know real life problems, but thank god that wasn't my problem.

"Nathaniel, a glass of orange juice for the young man here." I shouted in the direction of the kitchen before we sat down on the corner bench.

My scullion came a minute later and brought him his drink.

"I'm a tour manager and..."

"Stop boy. First, you take out your bubblegum if you want to have a conversation with me. I don't appreciate a chewing slang." I interrupted him.

He stopped talking for a moment, blushed and yanked a handkerchief out of his pocket in which he fussily wrapped it up instead of just putting it in the ashtray. How ridiculous.

Then he continued talking and told me detailed about the mugging, and how Blade had helped him. He seemed to think highly about him and said that he was thinking of someone like him for the famous singer he was working for. His reaction was more than "delighted" when he heard my answer.

"Actually, I was thinking of suggesting Blade to you already, because he owes me a favor." I eventually said.

"Really??? Oh my god that would be fantastic, Sir! Unfortunately, I don't have his number. Can you give him a call? Can I meet him?" He jumped in his seat and almost spilled his glass of orange juice over the table.

"Wow, wow, wow, calm down boy!" I admonished him and slapped his shoulder.

I wasn't used to that kind of enthusiasm anymore.

But before I called Blade, the little dandy Skye would have to answer a few questions. Even though I was planning to suggest Blade to him anyway, it somehow made me perplex that he wanted Blade as a security guard for his boss even though I just told him that he's a pimp.

Skye's police boyfriend Andrew Barkley was a relatively common guest in my bar and when he called me saying that a friend of his would urgently need a bodyguard and asked me if I could suggest anyone I didn't have any suspicions. Barkley had informed me that he would send his boyfriend to my saloon to talk about further details about the job.

Still, that this Skye wanted to hire a pimp was weird.

That's why I wanted to test his reaction first.

"Let's not rush things. Blade is one option, but there are a few other men which are looking for a job as well. Michael Parker for example..."

I said in a calm tone and began to roll a cigarette.

"Oh, please Mr. Boleyn. I would really really like to get Blade for this job! He's perfect as a security guard, it's not necessary to suggest someone else." He interrupted upset and walked directly into the trap.

"You want Blade for this job even though I just told you he's a pimp." I gave him a frown as I lit up my cigarette.

"Why?"

I asked the question with emphasis to let him know that I thought his choice was questionable. I could tell that he definitely didn't expect my question by the totally surprised look. Well, maybe not everyone would have put somebody in the pillory, but would I be able to work as a drug dealer and survived nine years as a soldier as a naive simpleton? Hell, no!

"Well, like I said I before I already had an encounter with your friend Blade, Mr. Boleyn. He saved me when I was mugged a few days ago even though I was a stranger to him. I've seen his self defense skills with my own eyes, that's why I think he's the right guy for my boss..."

He uttered, suddenly sounding not so confident anymore.

"And that's the only reason?"

He nodded. I honestly didn't believe of that. His excitement about Blade's person spoke for itself to say the least. And as much as I wanted for Blade to get a change, I also felt some kind of responsibility for him like a son. My suspiciousness towards Skye was only caused because of that.

"Are you lying to me, boy?"

"No, Mr. Boleyn."

I sighed irritated. It was one thing not to be man enough to admit to have a crush on a person and the unprofessionalism that it caused in his job as a manager, but another thing to demand a favor from me and having the cheek to lie directly in my face.

"Well, to make one thing clear. You came in my bar and you want a favor. You sit at my table and I can see that you're lying. Either you're honest from now on, boy or you leave my fucking saloon before I dislodge you. Trust me, I won't repeat myself. Is that clear?!?"

He swallowed, a little intimidated. "Yes, sir. It's true... I... have a crush on Blade." I saw his cheeks reddening.

"See? It's not that difficult, isn't it?"

"Sorry Mr. Boleyn. It wasn't my intention to appear respectless. Despite my crush on Blade, I believe he's the right person anyway."

"You may believe that. But how can you really know that when you see things through rose colored glasses?"

He shrugged and thought about it for a while. "Well...so far my instinct hasn't deceived me."

"Have you ever hired or intended to hire a person for your boss of whom you had a crush on?"

"No... I'm in a solid relationship with my..." The young man grew confused because of all my questions. To me it was actually more confusing that the young man seemed so naive and irresponsible with his behavior though.

"Officer Andrew Barkley." I ended the sentence for him.

"Yes, I call him Eagle Eye." He nodded and began to giggle like a girl. I was tended to scoff about his outburst, but I suppressed it. Instead I took a pull on my cigarette and blew the smoke in his face to end that crap. He had to cough a little before he could continue speaking.

"Well, I don't really know what to say Mr. Boleyn. The thing is that my boss really needs a bodyguard and I was hoping you could bring me in contact with Blade..."

He played insecurely with his lace handkerchief. Apparently he realized that he couldn't deceive me that his choice for Blade actually had personal background reasons.

On the other hand, it was one more important reason for his boss to hire somebody for his security. But it also meant additional stress for Blade. Still, I actually liked the fact that he would have the chance to get a change, I knew he needed it. And I knew that Blade was a good choice for a security job.

Everything that would help him to get in a different way of life must be positive and being a well paid bodyguard of some famous celebrity was an opportunity I didn't want him to miss. 

So I didn't say no when Skye begged me to call him.

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