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teamzaylor) wrote2014-03-16 04:56 am
teamzaylor) wrote2014-03-16 04:56 am
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The Bodyguard - Chapter 24
Title: THE BODYGUARD
Chapter: 24
Rating: Nc-17
POV: Blade (Zac)
Warnings: Language, Death, Crime
Chapter Overview: Link
About the Story: The death of their parents broke Taylor and Zac apart. Each of them went his own way of life, Taylor became a famous superstar and never thought that his profession would bring his life in danger someday. Blade (Zac) buried the past and lived his life contentedly in his dark and dirty world as a pimp. Because of some unexpected circumstances Blade got hired as Taylor's bodyguard and the brothers saw each other for the first time after almost a decade. How will they overcome the shadows of the past?
Authors Notes: Hope you guys like Chapter 24. Chapter 25 will be updated very soon.
PS.: Please use the Chapter Overview or our inserted Links which will forward you to the next Chapter in the right order.
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Blade:
It was kind of frustrating to think that I was about to meet my brother again. I’d like to try to act as if it was one of those soldier tasks that I just had to finish. And when it was done, I’d move on and forget that those bitches exist. But the fact that I had to bear their company for weeks or even worse for months made the endless war in my head almost unbearable for me. No matter what I think or do, the truth still remained that Taylor the superstar was a part of my past that unfortunately was impossible to forget at this point.
Those fucking gay chicks were really getting into my skin, I wasn’t that mean to everyone. I could be nice if I wanted to, but if I’d be around with my diva brother and his assistant faggot, I’d always be on the edge for sure. I shifted my gear and drove faster. 150 miles per hour wasn’t still enough to get me to the limit.
I sighed when I arrived at the house of the faggot police.
“Here I come faggots, better be good to me or else, I'm gonna kick both of your asses one by one.” I talked to myself as I pressed the doorbell.
I heard Skye's voice asking who's there through the intercom.
“Condom delivery!” I exclaimed exaggeratedly. If I wanted to remain sane, then I’d have to entertain myself at least.
Taylor was the one who opened the door for me. His cheeks were red, his messy long blond strands of hair covered almost half of his face.
“Oh hey there, Za- Blade I mean. Sorry about that. Hic-cup. You're late. I expected you at midnight.” Taylor slurred and looked woozily around, leaning his body against the door frame. Quite obviously he already had problems to stand straight.
"So what? The later, the better." I mockingly looked at him from head to foot, so, my famous older brother decided to get wasted instead of mourning about his dead wife. Fucking great, isn’t it?
"I was just kidding. Actually, I want to stay at my friends house a little while longer." He giggled, yes giggled before taking another sip of his cup. Could he actually find joy in his wife's death? Shit, what comes next? I was disgusted to say the least. How was it possible to take this world serious? Apparently, the famous superstar didn't even know his limits. I took it out of his hand before he even knew what was going on and threw it towards the next best shrubbery of the faggot's dooryard.
It wasn’t my style to preach, actions were always far better than talking.
So I did the first best thing which came into my mind, I circled my left arm around his torso with one swift move I spun him around and hoisted him over my shoulder before he could protest.
Damn, was he eating at all?
I heard Skye freaking out in the background and Eagle Fly the faggot police shouting ‘hey ghetto boy’, but I didn’t let go of him. I turned my back to them as I carried Taylor to my car, he was shouting, pounding my back and kicking helplessly like a naughty infant. but I didn’t let him bother me. He stayed swung over my shoulder. If you ask me, it was high time that someone forced strict discipline in faggot land!
Skye followed me and bubbled his lungs out.
Oh shit, was it too late to run back to real life?
“Hey Blade, where are you taking him!? Don’t you want to come in first and at least have a few drinks with us? You guys don't need to leave asap.”
Great, just what I needed to deal with on this oh so perfect day, Tweedledee, Tweedledumb, and Tweedledumber. I didn’t want to be friends. I didn’t even want to be acquaintances. Let's scram.
“Put me down! What the fuck is wrong with you?” Taylor kept on trying to release himself from my grasp. He was obviously not happy that his gay friends were here to witness the goings on. Too bad I thought to myself, not my problem.
"It's late enough for you Cinderella! Time to go home." I proclaimed, ignoring the bugging pansy behind me and the screaming fairy faggot on my shoulder.
"I won't tolerate such a treatment! The insolence of it!" Taylor exclaimed hysterically, his upset voice high and nearly feminine, his legs struggling frantically in the air like a disobedient little girl. Right. Now was I the bad boy for ending the rich diva's funeral celebration. How easy to treat someone as a buzzkill when you don't need to overtake responsibility for anything 'cause there are enough people who would kill just to wipe your ass. That princess has been pampered, sheltered and spoiled his whole life to the extent that he has no friggin idea about the real world. It was about time that someone popped his fucking dream world bubble! Where did he grow up, in a pink cotton ball?
Obviously was Taylor's girly hysterics his way to show me where my position was in the general view and where his was. I snorted. As if I could forget that. I didn't need to be drunk to see the reality.
As he suddenly tried to kick me I slapped his permanently sticked out butt with a firm slap on his skin-tight white jeans and he let out a surprised wail of pain. He was such a crybaby. "Enough already!" This special fairy princess clearly needed a strong hand to get raised! I opened the front seat door of my car and placed Cinderella properly in his place on the passenger seat and put his seat belt on before I shut the door next to him.
Skye was still standing there, apparently waiting for an explanation as I walked to the other side to get in.
“So, what happened to his bitch? Did you homos already cremate her that’s why you’re celebrating?”
He was obviously caught off guard to that. For a while he just stood there in his shiny light blue suit that was smooth like an iron board, apparently searching for a well-spoken answer.
"Oh no Blade..." He stuttered but I cut him off.
"Let's get something straight right away sissy, when I ask you a question I expect an immediate respectful reply, got it? And in the future you can address as Mr. Caziano."
"Yes but why do I have to call you Mr. Caziano? And please Blade, um I mean Mr. Caziano, please stop calling me sissy, I hate that name." He sputtered cautiously and nervously.
Evidently, I had to clarify some more things here, coz the effeminate queer was hard of understanding. Standing in my dominant position, I planted myself in front of him threateningly, grabbed his collar and forced his eyes to meet. With all seriousness I replied "Listen up sissy, you'll call me Mr. Caziano from now on or else every time you don't, you're going to find yourself in a fight with me, and I DON'T care where were at or who's present. I think you're now smart enough to know the results, secondly, I'll call you whatever I feel like. And since you're so fond of the name sissy, that's all I'm going to call you from now on and believe me, you better respond to me when I call you sissy like it was given your name," with his neck in my vice like grip my nose touching his as he was so close to my face, my gloating eyes staring into his fearful and humiliated eyes, his neatly combed hair was now hanging annoyingly in his face. "Any problems so far, sissy boy?"
Completely defeated, Skye degraded himself. "Sure Mr. Caziano, whatever you say."
"Whatever I say. That's right sissy. You better remember it. And now you're going to answer my fucking question and stop wasting my time."
"It's not what it looks like, Mr. Caziano. We’re not celebrating!" He finally found his tongue again as I let go of him. He sounded guilty, though, whatta fucking white trash scum.
“Well of course not, I could see that. Listen, I don’t give a shit if this bitch of my brother wanted to celebrate about the death of his wife. But just to remind you, I am his bodyguard and I told you the rules before I started. I’d do whatever I want to protect him. Coz that’s my fucking job. Now, go inside and fuck your boyfriend.”
I left him with his mouth hanging open. Good, it’s great to know that his cocksucking mouth could shut up sometimes. With that, I got in the car, slammed the door behind myself and got into the driver seat beside my brotherly princess.
"Why did that take so long?"
"That sissy loverboy needed a lesson." I huffed and started the engine.
Taylor was silent at the beginning of the drive and I thought he’d remain silent the whole damn time.
I was about to thank the devil for the silence when he suddenly turned to me, his cheeks still red like the fucking morning sun.
“Are you really my bodyguard? I still can’t believe it.” He suddenly stuttered out and looked at me like I was a strange hallucination.
Great. And there was it again, my older brother's big fat ego instead of appreciating that I was even here.
“Fucking thanks to your Loverboy for using my friend Santiago to help you.”
He became silent for few minutes, watching me as I drove.
“You know what? You don’t look like a bodyguard to me…”
Where are we now? The hour of truth?!?
I stopped the car a little far away to his house, coz I suddenly saw some members of the press waiting outside. Shit!
“What the hell do you expect, Taylor?”
Fantastic. While I was trying to find a way to get passed through the media, my superstar brother suddenly decided being honest. I sighed.
“Maybe a tough guy?”
Brilliant. Now he didn't even take me fucking seriously. First he chased his Loverboy around to get someone to protect him, then he didn't want me as his bodyguard. Then he changed his mind and now he suddenly realized that he couldn't deal with his fucking ego that his younger brother was protecting him?!?
Couldn't he shit that out of him earlier?!?
Apparently, he needed some drinks first before he could be honest to himself. What a fucking hypocrite.
I didn't get him, but right now wasn't the right time to discuss with his pompous ego, coz the mighty concourse of high society snobs already lined up in their sights.
“That’s just my disguise,” was all I said, I didn't need to deal with this stupid ego shit, coz I'm not like him.
Apparently, my brother saw me as a weakling immature.
If he was thinking that I wasn't able to protect him, then what the fucking fuck was I doing here at all???
I turned on the ignition again and drove in full speed. I swerved to the side and stopped directly in front of his house, not caring that the fucking bitch beside me almost hit her head on the window and let out a very girly shriek before I brought the car to a safe standstill.
“Don’t go out of the car first.” I commanded before I went out of it.
All people ran hastily towards us the moment they saw me getting out. Within seconds we were surrounded by hundreds of camera flashlights. Celebrity Reporters, fans and other noisy high society snobs hurried closer to my Lamborghini, trying desperately to get a sight of who would emerge from my car next.
I opened the door for Taylor, but he sat there like a lifeless doll. Apparently, the big diva needed an extra invitation for her appearance once again.
"Get out now!" I commanded, he took his time on getting out, and I almost wanted to roll my eyes.
The media went wild, they pushed us towards my car again, so I used my arms to cover Taylor
as they began to mob us.
“Taylor, I’m sorry about your wife, do you already know the suspect?”
“Taylor is it true that a certain fan named Twink Twink killed your wife?”
Stupid questions. “Taylor’s not yet ready to speak right now, give him some time to grieve!”
I pulled his arm around my back that he wouldn't fall and walked fast and firmly. In spite of the media still following us, they weren’t able to do anything the moment I slammed the door into their dumbass, white shit faces.
Taylor seemed dazed when I looked at him. His blue eyes were just staring creepily at me. What the fuck have I done wrong again?!?
"You can't treat me like a fucking barbie doll Blade!" He suddenly shouted angrily.
What the fucking fuck!!!
Didn't he even realize what just happened?! Apparently, my bitch of a brother only recognized what he wanted. The fact that I just brought him safely through that fucking crowd of stupid high society snobs was of course unmentioned again.
"Why the fuck do you want me here, huh? Can you finally decide what you want, fucking bitch?!? If you can't deal with the way I'm protecting you, then just say it, Taylor. Coz I think you should finally shit that out of you!"
He looked hurt after that but that wasn't my fucking problem. Why couldn't he finally say what he fucking wanted?!?
"I'm just saying you can't carry me around without minding me at all. Do you even know how much I feel embarrassed because of that?"
"What the fuck is your problem Taylor? That I'm stronger than you? Can't your fucking big ego deal with that?!?"
"I just... I just..." he suddenly began to blush and to stutter.
"I just wanted to say that it wasn't necessary that you carried me to your car, I'm able to walk by myself." He slurred and hiccupped again, his eyes weirdly looking around the room and he struggled to focus them at one point.
"That's what I've seen. You're just annoyed that you weren't able to walk inside as graceful as the squeamish princess you are." I snorted sarcastically and tapped my forehead at him. "You apparently still didn't have drink enough beer to celebrate the death of your bitch. Why don't you make a dance party on her grave next time?!?"
"You are such a fucking bastard! Stop talking about me and my wife like that or I swear you won't see tomorrow!"
"What do you wanna do Taylor? Beat me down? Come on! Then you can finally leave one more behind you and go back to your fucking hypocritical fairy tale life. So what the fucking hell are you waiting for; GIRLIE!?!"
I knew that I challenged him, but he asked for it. Not even Nathaniel's tea mix could calm me down anymore...
As by a miracle, he suddenly had the energy to run towards me and gave me a hard push on my side.
"You have no fucking right to talk to me like that, you ruthless jerk!" He yelled at me and I knew that he was trying to intimidate me. But he could never intimidate me. Not in this life and not with that face.
It didn't need more than a second until I had head locked him, apparently my drunk bitch brother decided to play this night.
"You think so?! Just because you're a big brother you think it makes you superior to me. What a fucking joke, huh fairy boy?" I made myself clear as I straightened myself. Taylor was securely held in a stranglehold and going no where until I allowed it, and I didn't even need both hands.
"For your info; I'm not the fucking coward who left his little brother at home." I shouted while Little Red Riding Hood tried desperately out of my grasp again.
As it was the hour of truth anyway, he should get to know the reason of my anger as well, coz the dumb blonde obviously still didn't realize it by himself.
"I didn't have another choice." Taylor gasped and pleaded in a frightened voice as I reinforced my grasp.
"WE ALWAYS HAVE A CHOICE!!!!" I yelled the aggression out of me. What the fuck had I tell you about my brother suppressing reality?!
With that, I let go of his pathetic being. He fell down on his knees was grabbing his throat, gasping and coughing for air dramatically.
I went through the hallway towards the Living room. I was about to plop myself down on the couch and turn my X-Box on when I suddenly realized that something was wrong. Not with Taylor but my instinct suddenly alarmed me.
Where the fuck was Bandito???
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Chapter Overview: Link
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And what happened in the house?!? Arrggh... mean Cliffhangers!!!!
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You summed it up perfectly, currently the air between them is getting thinner now and Taylor is torn in his inner conflict.
There will much more story get told, it will be a hard road for both of them but that's a thing we're willing to take. :)
What happened in the house will be clarified in the following Chapters.
Chapter 25 is online now too. :)
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❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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We'll tell very soon what happened with Bandito and also more about the way the brothers deal with each other and Taylor's inner conflict.
For now we have posted Chapter 25. :)
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Holy Fuck! I'm positive this is one of the most badass Zac's in hanfics out there!
I had to read the Chapter twice to take in what just happened. Loved the tension and their conflict! It's like every word between them can be too much...
Can't wait to find out what happened about Bandito.
Off to read the next Chapter!
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I'm positive this is one of the most badass Zac's in hanfics out there!
well, we won't deny we enjoy writing badass Zac ;)
Glad you liked the Chapter and thanks as always for taking the time to share your thoughts, it's much appreciated! :)
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arghhh I hate cliffhanger.
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