The Bodyguard - Chapter 3
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Title: THE BODYGUARD
Chapter: 3
Rating: Nc-17
POV: Blade / Taylor
Authors Notes: Hello guys, as we promised here's Chapter 3 of the Bodyguard in which we will finally reveal our mysterious character Blade
previous Chapter 2 next Chapter 4
BLADE:
“You okay, buddy?” I patted Bandito’s head before unloading my groceries. If Bandito did not need dog food, I would probably never go out for groceries and starve.
As if he understood what I said, or maybe he really understood me, who could really say that?! Bandito wiggled his stumpy tail in excitement and walked behind me as I carried his food for the week. Buying groceries was not an annoying chore for me; actually it’s one of the things that make me feel normal and human. It sort of reminds me that I’m still alive, and that I’m just like the other people around me.
The problem was not going grocery shopping; it was finding a safe place to keep the items I bought. Bandito never let me out of his sight.
If the only companion you’ve got become really comfortable hanging out with you, there’s a high possibility that he would do as he pleased without even consulting you. Bandito was a perfect example of that. If I leave my food without a cover, he would wolf down it down within seconds. Although this buddy of mine had been around with me for years, he could still be a head ache to me. I trained him about many things and usually he was a very good watchdog, but when it comes to considering his angry stomach, he seemed to forget all the trainings we had.
I guess we weren't very different about that part.
So, am I talking about my dog now? I laughed to myself as I clumsily pushed each of the items I bought inside the fridge. I had to put everything in the fridge that was the only area Bandito knew was off limits to him.
The kitchen just wasn't a place where I belonged.
Everybody say when you hear the call
You got to get it underway,
Word up, up, up, it's the code word,
No matter where you say it,
You'll know that you'll be heard.
I was disappointed when the song stopped; it meant that whoever was calling me had given up. I had no regret about not accepting a call from a customer, my working hours haven’t started yet, but my ringing tone was a favorite song of mine. I had a preference for song lyrics which reminded me of a pretty accurate description of my life and "Word up" was in this moment a good example.
As if my silent prayer was answered, my phone rang again, I smirked, my customers could never have enough of me.
Banging my head, I listened to the song again
while I finished arranging my groceries or destroying my fridge, well either of the two.
My phone rang for the third time. I looked at my clock, whatta horny bitch; it was just 4 o’clock in the afternoon!
That customer must have been too horny to wait for the night to come. Instead of answering it, I took my time, washing my hands and drying them. When it still didn’t stop ringing after I was done with all of my tasks, I released a deep sigh and looked at the screen expecting a call from an unfamiliar number. Unfortunately or fortunately, whatever, it was Santiago who was calling.
“Hey man.” It was important for me to have caller ID, usually my introduction depended on the person calling me. But it was just Santiago, so a casual greeting was ok.
“Damn, Blade, what took you so long to answer the phone?!” Santiago’s irritated voice made me raise my eyebrows.
“And what made you call me at this hour, Santa? I was just preparing to go there to leave Bandito.”
“You need to get here, right now.” He sounded more irritated, I heard someone talking at the background, “yeah, I’m talking to him right now, so just hold on…..”
“What?” Santiago’s voice sounded like somebody went to his bar to raid it.
“Blade, I’ll wait for you, ok? It’s important. Bye.”
It was not really usual for Santiago to call and sounding like that, it must have been really important. Suddenly worried about the only person I considered as a friend, I grabbed my .45 caliber, shoved it under the waist of my jeans then covered it with my jacket. I hurriedly put my sunglasses on before I went out to my Lamborghini with Bandito running after me.
I drove as fast as possible to Santiago's bar.
I parked my car in a safe distance. Leaving Bandito inside, I locked the car up, and walked over to the entrance door. I felt the gun tucked in my waist before I pushed open the door of the bar.
The atmosphere was quiet, Santiago’s frequent customer was the only person I saw sitting inside by the window. His look didn’t help to improve the eerily feeling inside. Something wasn't right.
I walked over to the door beside the counter, trying my best not to make any sound. I alerted myself to anything that might welcome me as I pushed the door quietly.
The first thing I saw was the face of this disastrous, never ending bubbling person and I automatically rolled my eyes realizing whom I confronted face to face. I furrowed my eyebrows, what the fuck? Since when was Santiago booking customers for me?
"What the fuck is he doing here!?" I shouted angrily, pointing my hand towards the nightmare of which I was just starting to recover. Thank you very much fate!
The chatterbox recoiled a little in his seat. Good! I hope he was scared of me. Maybe it would even make him stop talking.
I relaxed and made sure that the gun on my waist wasn’t visible to Skye. Even though I wanted to get rid of him, I didn’t want to traumatize him.
"Come on, sit down Blade," was Santiago's short greeting.
"Not possible, this paintywaist is sitting in my place!"
I said loudly, looking daggers at the milk face sitting below me. Skye immediately reacted and moved to the opposite seat to make place for me.
I sat down in my seat, rested my elbow on the table and gave him a mocking glance of appraisal. At least I was fully awake and not sleep deprived this time.
“Hi! Nice to see you again Blade!” he squealed, unable to hide his excitement.
"Nice shiner," I scoffed mockingly, smirking at his visible dark bruise.
"Oh does it still look that bad?" He blushed and covered his cheek with his hand in the same way like he did the last time I saw him.
My rough snarl seemed to make him less talkative.
Santiago gave me a dig in my side with his elbow.
"Hey soldier, just be yourself and be nice to my customers!"
If he wasn’t walking on crutches, I would kick his ass right now for sure!
"Which one? I can't do both." I retorted with aggravating irritation.
"However, we have to talk. Do you want to drink something?"
"Yeah, a whiskey."
I wasn't much of a drinker, but if I had to bear another conversation with this chatterbox, a whiskey was the least thing that would help to bear him.
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"But I think so."
"Well, we just ran out of whiskey."
"Are you fucking kidding me, Santa?!? This is a fucking bar!"
Skye's expression became distraught as if he expected we were going to kill each other at any moment because our voices had become louder. It wasn't unusual for us to have this kind of rough conversation, it was normal, just like saying hi and hello, or fucking some chick in my brothel.
I knew that Santiago's fatherly instinct about me made him conjured up excuses to get me away from alcohol.
I sighed. “Okay then, give me anything but that fucking swill from last time.”
I sat back on my seat while Santiago bossed around his kitchen boy to get me a drink, so I turned my attention back to the milk face again.
"So you missed me, huh?" I gave him a smirk, ready to receive another torrent of words. Who knows? Maybe he was just in need of a good fuck.
"Yeah. I mean...no...I'm actually here because..." He began stuttering and blushed again.
“This Skye here needs a bodyguard." Santiago came back and pointed down to the chatterbox.
"I can imagine." I nodded, looking at his skinny body frame.
"He’s offering you an $180,000 contract per year. He told me that he already met you and that you saved him. He was impressed. His contact also mentioned to me that the person needed to have resources and be a skilled person like you. Since it’s a big time job, I also decided to make a big time choice. I want you to take the job, Blade. Can you do that?”
After his long narration, there was long silence.
What the fuck? This was the reason of his visit? It was none of my fucking business! I already saved the ass of that milk boy, I did more for him than he could ever expect and now he’s sticking at me like shit under the soles of my shoes as my reward??? He was staring at me like I was a god he adored from head to toe on top of that. If he knew what I thought about him, he'd run out of this place and never come back.
I couldn’t just leave everything behind. My business is my life. I lived for the chaos, not to make peace anymore. I live to eat and eat to live; I was quite content... Accepting the job would just take me back to the old Blade that I was trying to forget. I didn’t want the feeling of having someone depending on me anymore.
Except for Bandito, it was enough that he depended on me.
"I'm not dependent on your dinero's; I managed everything all right by myself. Besides, I also earn a good pile of money every day."
“If $180,000 isn’t enough, we can make it $200,000. If we notice that you’re doing a great job, then we could arrange for another increase in your salary. Lodging will be included. All you have to do is do what you do best.”
Seemed that the boy had finally found his voice again. Did he say $200,000? He might buy my whole brothel for that sum.
“Blade, I want you to take the job. We've talked about it, that you need a change. I can’t think of anyone who can do it better than you. Skye’s employer badly needs a bodyguard.” Santiago added.
I took a long sip from my red bull drink.
“But there are other men better than me Santiago; I left the job a year ago. I’m out of practice.”
“Blade, please. I’ve seen how you fought those guys, and I can feel in my heart that you’re a good guy."
That greenhorn still lived in an ideal world.
"What kind of person is your boss? Tell me about him, and make it short. Time is money."
"My boss is not just a boss to me, he’s also a dear friend and I didn’t want to simply give my trust to someone I barely knew.”
“But you don’t know me!” I retorted, finally able to see a little hole for an escape.
“You’re right, but I know I can trust you.”
“You think so?” I frowned at him.
Whatta fucking naive simpleton he was.
“Yeah, because you saved me, you saved my life without hesitation.”
“Any guy would do the same thing if they saw how you looked that night.”
“Oh my god, w-why, did I look so horrible?”
He began to touch his bruise again.
“Yeah, you looked like a Little Red Riding Hood surrounded by three big wolves ready to eat every piece of you.” I spat mockingly.
He swallowed. “I know, right? That’s why we badly need a bodyguard. Lots of wolves are ready to eat their prey as soon as they got the chance.” He snapped back, quickly gaining his composure.
I scratched my forehead before I answered him.
“I might also be one of those wolves. What tells you that I won't force Little Red Riding Hood to go out on the streets and make money for me? You might be a good rent boy."
I leaned myself on the table and watched him swallowing.
“You don’t look like a wolf to me.” He answered quickly, but obviously self conscious.
“Well, what do I look like to you?” I asked. I didn’t know why the fuck I wasted time to asking him stupid questions like that. It’s just because he’s Skye, and he seemed to see the world as all pink and puffy. It’s kind of entertaining, but I didn’t mean that it wasn’t annoying, too.
“You look……. okay. Fine. Not bad.” Skye stammered.
“Can we go back to business talk now? I don't have time all day long.” Santiago cleared his throat. I was still grinning when I looked at him. I hope he finally changed his mind on recommending me for the job. He knew that I had probably fucked half of the population in the city, and this body guarding thing wasn’t for me anymore. I would only mess around. I was sure of it.
“Let’s go back to the main topic. So, Blade’s job will be all about the security of your boss, right? He will oversee the safety of the places he will stay in. Will also include controlling crowds, eyeing overeager paparazzi, sorting out uninvited guests, route planning, assessing threats and dealing with them as discreet as possible, right?”
His words disappointed me. Apparently he still believed in me to take that job.
I felt trapped when I snapped my head back to Skye.
“Yeah, that's right and he will also be his personal protection, his driver, or he can be just a close, visually intimidating physical presence beside my boss. There are fans that are really crazy about him. Some of them felt the need to pull his hair, rip his shirt or pinch his skin. If there is a constant bodyguard beside him, we hope that those instances will be lessened.”
“Sounds like a lazy job to me.”
With his never ending patience for me, the namby-pamby sissy boy gave me a please-let-me-explain-this-to-you-further look.
“There is a fan who keeps sending him letters. The letters arrive every single day. Sometimes, even twice a day! All they say is how much this person loves him, and that the time is near for them to meet. It’s alarming for me, god, my friend needs protection from his fans. They may mean well, but some of them are hurting him already, and in tight situations, he needs someone to be there for him, and I can’t do that. You see how frightened I was when those thugs harassed me."
"That's what happens when a fairy walks alone through the streets at night in the slums. Girly guys like you have always been easy victims for street gangs." I shrugged indifferently.
"I swear I've learned my lesson. It's just that neither I nor my boss have self defense skills and I can't protect him."
"Seems like you both need a bodyguard." I snorted disparagingly.
"Please, Blade. I’m offering you this job not just because I know you can, but also because I trust you. Santiago, told me that you also need the job.”
“And you won’t encounter opportunities like this every day, Blade. I think you really should take this chance.” Santiago interjected quickly.
He was right and I knew that.
I sighed and took a sip from my drink again.
"Okay buddy, but let me tell you something very clearly." I drank all the contents of my drink before I continued, "If I take the job, then it will be on two conditions. First, I'll issue instructions, not the contrary."
"That is not a problem. My boss is a teamplayer. He will follow your instructions."
"Good. If that isn't clear, you can look for someone else, got it?"
He nodded and hopped eagerly on his seat up and down like a wind-up bunny. I couldn't really say if that was asthma or passion.
"Second, give a wide berth around me and we won't have any problems."
I looked over Skye’s expectant eyes, this time avoiding Santiago’s stare.
I let out another long sigh.
“Okay.” I agreed.
I rolled my eyes when Skye squealed again. Whatta fucking gay chick he was...
I knew this was going to be a bad day.
"This was the right decision, soldier." Santiago patted my shoulder and I looked at him in disbelief.
"Wait and see!"
"So can we go now? It'll be great if you can get to know my boss as soon as possible. I can't wait to introduce you to him. He has a show right now in the Lanxcess Arena. If we hurry we can be there for the break between his main performance and the encore..."
Skye couldn't hide and hold back his pleasure, excitement or whatever anymore, and after his almost hysterical farewell to Santiago we were on the way outside to his car.
"Wait, I have to take my dog with me!" I informed him.
"You have a dog?" he turned to me and looked surprised.
"Yeah, a blood dog," I exaggerated, just to see his priceless scared expression again before I went to unlock the door of my car.
He immediately ran behind his own car while Bandito happily jumped out of it, barking loudly, showing his usual alumni celebration.
"Is he dangerous?" Skye hesitantly waited at his car.
"If I want him to..." I answered smirking.
"Shall this monster ride with us in the car?"
Oh man, he was such a tight-ass, doubtlessly so in worry about the cleanness of his car seats.
"Of course. Either both of us or none of us, it's your choice. By the way his name is not monster, it's Bandito."
"Well, seems like I don't have another choice," he sighed and unlocked the car doors for us to get in.
"Oh and I forgot to say that he might puke on your seats."
"What??"
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TAYLOR:
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The evening passed by, once again my show was a big success and extraordinarily good.
Nothing unusual happened until my 15 minutes break three hours later.
I was back in my private room again, getting changed and relaxing for a few minutes until I had to get back on stage again for the encore.
I didn't know how to deal with those letters, to be honest; I hoped things would take a turn for the better when Skye's promising efforts would help us find someone who would be able to get to the bottom of things. A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts.
"He's already here Taylor." I heard Skye's voice from a distance. He opened the door and smiled at me beamingly.
“Wow, so fast? I’m impressed.” I smiled back at him. Hopefully my fears will come to an end now.
Skye stepped aside to let him in.
He walked into my room, a long haired young man nearly my age and a black dog followed him in.
"This is Blade and Bandito...." his voice full of excitement.
I raised my head to look at him closer.
I almost slipped out of my seat when I saw who he was.
"ZAC?!?" My throat felt constricted.
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video inspiration for this Chapter:
Taylor Hanson - Where were you by Sirsa Shekim
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Date: 2013-04-09 03:27 pm (UTC)Wow! I can't wait to see what's next =)
Ps. Awesome chapter❤❤❤
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Date: 2013-04-10 08:44 pm (UTC)Thank you very much for your nice feedback, we're working on Chapter 4 :)
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Date: 2013-04-09 06:10 pm (UTC)Was NOT expecting them to know eachother! Previous client? Relative?
Can't wait!
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Date: 2013-04-10 08:45 pm (UTC)Chapter 4 will be online as soon as possible :)
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Date: 2013-04-10 05:58 am (UTC)I was totally not expecting Blade and Taylor to know each other or for Taylor to know that Blade's real name was Zac! Very intriguing! I can't wait to find out how they know each other!!
I hope the next chapter will be up soon :)
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Date: 2013-04-10 08:48 pm (UTC)we're planning to insert lots of background stuff in the following chapters :)
Chapter 4 will be online as soon as possible :)
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Date: 2013-04-11 12:33 pm (UTC)I don't want to let the cat out of the bag what will happen, we're currently working on Chapter 4 and will update as soon as possible :)
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Date: 2013-06-13 08:25 pm (UTC)You have snappy dialogue, a Tarantino-esque setting and a cliffhanger at the end. This is one of the most original fics out there so far. I'm gradually catching up with it - I'm sorry it's taken me so long.
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Date: 2013-06-15 05:01 am (UTC)It means a lot and no need to apologize, we're very happy that you like our story. :)