The Bodyguard - Chapter 38
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Title: THE BODYGUARD
Chapter: 38
Rating: Nc-17
POV: Blade
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. Will they be able to overcome the shadows of the past?
Authors Notes: Like promised here's Chapter 38. Chapter 39 will be posted tomorrow. Enjoy ♡
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Blade:
The salesgirl with a name-tag that said "Susan" looked glaring at us with her big green eyes so attentively. At first she looked up to Taylor, then to me, then back to Taylor and smiled at him. The goal was ostensibly to find something real quick but Taylor was the entire focus. She flirtingly threw her hair back in that coquettish way only girls can and licked her lips in a most sexually inviting manner.
Oh fuck me, this bitch was so Fake. Barbie was more real than her.
“I want to look for some decent clothes to wear, for formal purposes please.” Taylor stated politely and took his sunglasses off.
“I'm happy to help you. This way, sir.” Susan cheerfully warbled and then led us to men’s wear section. With that they set to work looking for clothes. Taylor walked behind her and I followed dutifully like a real protective bodyguard behind him.
I guess some people would have found our situation odd, weird or even funny. Maybe I would have been even one of them if I never learned how it felt. But to experience Taylor's and my situation for real was completely different and anything else than funny.
It's not about a weird feeling. I wouldn't have a problem to protect my older brother if we were still buddies like we have been once, a long time ago, but I had never imagined that he would actually agree to bring me in a life threatening situation by letting me work for him as his bodyguard and placed a higher value on his own life which was apparently more important for him than mine.
I was not after his money, he could surely get other bodyguards. My soul was already lost and I didn't care about physically pains.
His unscrupulousness and carelessness was what bothered and hurt me the most.
I didn't want to fall back in pain, I was clever enough not to think about our past further coz, it would only turn my mood into the worse again, so I distracted myself and looked closely at the brunette’s long legs.
Hhhhmmmm, not bad!
As if she could read my thoughts, she looked back at me with a provocative smile.
Be careful to what you wish for girl, you might get your sweet heart shaped ass fucked in no time!
I smirked at her before diverting my stare at Taylor who was slowly walking down the aisle of clothes, checking them meticulously.
A little bit of distraction was enough though. Coz I had a job to finish. And that’s to catch Twink Twink the freak. I wanted to catch him so bad for what he did to Bandito. He was my constant companion for the last seven years. I couldn't forgive him for that.
“I need to try these clothes, where’s the fitting room?” Taylor had found an appropriate ensemble for him. A white button down shirt, a black suit and black shoes. I kept silent the whole time he was picking, hoping he would be finished soon.
I checked my phone for messages and noticed that I got 6 unread messages. Shit!
All of them were from regular costumers of my brothel who wanted an appointment from me for some perversions with them. Obviously Chantal or Lisa gave our costumers my new number already. Even though I furnished particulars in the weekly record that I wouldn't take appointments these days, horniness couldn't stop my costumers. But that was predictable.
I didn't even know what to answer them. If only I knew when this damn job would be over...
Probably, I would lose good paying costumers because of this fucking security job and the girls too. I didn't want them to have drawbacks because of my absence.
I sighed. My mind was too occupied in the last few days.
“Let me assist you sir.” Miss long legs grabbed the clothes from Taylor’s arms and guided him to the fitting room. I rested my back and right foot on the pole in the middle of the shop and watched the brunette fake Barbie waiting for Taylor outside the fitting room. I was getting bored. Shopping trips were not exactly my favorite pastime.
After long minutes of waiting, Taylor emerged from the fitting room, wearing the same clothes like before.
“Can I try another one please? This one isn’t my size.”
“Sure sir. I'll go pick out some things. Wait right here.” The brunette sales girl said and left the big dressing room.
What the…. what is this? A fashion show? What the fucking hell!
With all the strength I had in me to control my anger, I remained silent and composed. I wanted to check on the games section area, but instead, I was stuck here waiting for Taylor. He was too busy trying the clothes he picked, he probably wouldn't even notice my absence if I would be quick.
But to leave my workplace and risk that something could happen was beyond question. Taylor was too famous and I had to expect to deal with some of his crazy fans anytime. And I would never forgive myself if I'd miss another chance to catch his fucking Stalker! He should suffer in my bare hands because of what he did to Bandito!
Susan returned with a handful of clothes. "Try these. If you need different sizes just set the ones you like aside and I'll get you more. If you find styles you like, I'll pick out some more like that for you. You just need to tell me what you need so that I can help you get it," she squealed, her pink painted lips smiling at him when she saw something she liked and held it up against him to see how it would look.
"Thank you, I'll try this one first." I heard him said. They made sure to make quite a Hollywood-style scene. I kept staring at the exit with growing petulance and the people who walked by if anyone of them was looking over at the fitting room area.
"Hurry up, princess!" I urged growling in my rib cage.
Taylor tried another set of clothes, unfuckingfortunately, he didn’t like it as well. Cinderella turned into a picky fairy tale princess here.
“Sir, I think you need to try a smaller size. Let me get another one for you.” The sales chickie went back to the men’s section selecting more suits, not giving up on the one and only Taylor Perfect Hanson. But if she could act patient and enthusiastic towards my diva brother at the same time, well fucking Blade couldn’t!
Even though I tried my best to be calmed while doing this bodyguard job for my older brother, it seemed like all those plans would come into nothing.
I shoved my cell back into my pants pocket and stomped toward the fitting room like a T-Rex through Jurassic Park with flaring nostrils.
“Uhm, Miss, can you get me some classy cufflinks as well?” Taylor busily asked behind the door.
“I’m not a fucking miss, I am your bodyguard and I’m getting pissed. What’s taking you so long, Taylor?” I snarled, opened the swing door of the fitting room a bit, not caring that he was standing there topless. I could tell that he was thinner than a candy stick, his white body was nothing but skin and bones.
He gave me a frown and shut the door again. I was so bored right now.
"I can't meet my step-parents looking like a tramp, Blade. I need a suit in the right size." He declared, before his look fell on a tie and belt stand on the other side.
"Hey, I really like those piano cufflinks over there. Can you grab those cufflinks for me please? And bring them to me, please?"
I will not reach out and strangle him... I will not reach out and strangle him.
"I'm here to keep you alive, not help you shop Taylor!"
I heard the sales girlie taking a quick breath behind me, unfortunately, she was near enough to hear me.
“T-Taylor?” She asked as she stared at the door of the fitting room. Apparently, she just recognized who he was, coz she suddenly looked like she was having a face orgasm.
Not that as well! What the hell did I do to deserve this, Lord? WHAT I ASK?
At least, she managed to get another suit for Taylor quickly.
Knock knock knock. "I think this one will fit you, Taylor. It's one of our best suits. I'm convinced it will look amazing on you." Susan sing-songed in her element as she laid him the piano cufflinks he wanted with another suit over the swing door of the fitting room to make sure apple-cheeked Snow white would be the prettiest princess in fairy land.
“Good, then wear these, pay, and let’s get the hell of here! You will put on this suit now. I want you to get dressed and be finished in the next minute or I will drag you out of here in your underwear.”
I was getting sick of this shit. As much as I accepted that he needed a suit for the upcoming meeting, now it felt like he was testing my patience. Bandito was alone in my car, my costumers were waiting for their pleasure and I was caught in a fucking nightmare of a gay fashion show!
I didn’t want to make a scene but the beauty queen once again played with my patience. There were new customers going inside the shop and drawing everyone’s attention at us was the last thing I needed.
"I'll hurry up sir." Taylor said slightly intimidated and disappeared into the fitting room another time. Yeah, I acted like a boss coz I was the fucking bodyguard. Besides that, my fairy brother badly needed someone to not get to close to the sun.
By miracle or through divine intervention, he finally emerged from the fitting room wearing a perfectly fitting black suit. The sales girlie beside me gasped for air as she saw him again. I noticed the flushed rose of her cheeks when she looked at my brother.
“Finally.” I exclaimed petulantly, but at the same time, the fact that he was done choosing clothes made me sighed in relief.
I turned my head to Miss Long Legs who looked at my brother as if she just met god in person with her hands outstretched as if presenting him to the world.
"That looks...perfect! What a handsome, dapper gentleman. You look stunning Taylor." She gasped as if she had multiple orgasms in a row before she started to gush over Taylor's "lovely" and "enchanting" appearance and some other compliments I tried to ignore.
"Thanks Miss. I really like this fancy suit. It fits perfectly. I would like buy this one and keep it on. Is that okay?" Taylor looked satisfied after scrutinizing himself very painstakingly in front of big wall mirror.
"Of course Taylor. Oh my, this is so exciting!" She hyperventilated like she was about to get an asthmatic attack because of him.
As her reactions made it obvious that she recognized Taylor, I had to make sure that the situation would stay unexposed. I could read all the signs; the excited smile that she was trying to hide, the slightly insane glint in her eyes, like she wanted to jump over the counter and grab my brother's junk, the sudden fiddling with the chain of her necklace. I sensed that she was only a fraction before she would go crazy because of him, so I had to do something!
I reacted based on my instinct without second thoughts, grabbed her elbow and pulled her to the side.
“Hey Blade, what the hell are you doing?” Taylor got in my way of protecting him and tried to stop me by laying his hand on my arm.
“Ssshhhh, be quiet!” I told him in a low tone, while putting my index finger to my lips to emphasize what I meant.
I pushed the sales lady against the wall gently. I felt Taylor’s burning stare on my back.
“Listen young girl, calm down! We don't need everybody's attention. Got, it?” I said quietly but emphatically. Good thing we were out of sight of the customer’s area.
At first she startled, then her shock was replaced with an excited grin.
"I won't freak out, but ....I want to get a photo with uhm... Taylor." She blushed more as his name came over her lips. "Can I get a picture with you Taylor?" As she turned her face to him, she was bright red in excitement. Her panties must have melted just by one look at him.
I groaned in exasperation.
I will never get those High Society snobs, that's for sure!
"Yeah, of course." Taylor agreed politely, his voice sounded weak and throaty though. Giggling she went over to him, pulled her mobile phone out of her pocket and made a photo with him.
"Thank you Taylor!" She squealed happily, dancing with her phone away from him.
No matter how many LSD pills she took, I need some of them as well if they help to come up the day with the same smug fake smile.
"You're welcome. No problem." Taylor replied friendly. Finally, she put her camera away and went behind the counter. She took Taylor's everyday clothes and folded them so neatly like they were worn by Cleopatra. To top the silly charade she put them into a plastic bag that was printed with crowns, jewels and tiaras. With a big smile she handed the bag to the diamond princess. How appropriate, I thought to myself.
Apparently she still wasn't finished, instead of offering to assist him on his payment she conjured up a lint roller and twirled around him with overeager enthusiasm before she finally removed the price tags from his new suit.
"Now pay your fucking clothes and let us leave!" I growled, I finally needed to get out of here!
Taylor shot me an annoyed glance as he walked to the counter, but didn't say anything until we left the boutique.
"Thank you, come again! It was such a pleasure to meet you Taylor." Barbie Susan waved excitedly after us as we went toward the exit. I couldn't get outta here fast enough...
Almost an hour later, we finally left that hated boutique. Taylor was wearing his new black suit, and shiny black shoes which according to the sales girl were the height of fashion. He also sported his new piano cufflinks, some delicate gold jewelry.
"Don’t draw attention to yourself and keep your sunglasses on!” I reminded Taylor as we we headed towards the exit.
But he didn't. Instead he followed me silently in thoughts out of the store. We walked through the central gangway towards the exit, Taylor carrying his shopping bag in the crook of his right arm, elbow bent and hand out like a fairy. I don't think he knew. Shopping adventures seemed to be very natural to him. I could see some of the girls were taking pictures of Taylor as we left the store. Head down, he failed to notice the stream of people walking slowly by to get a glimpse of him.
It wasn't often you saw a famous star out in public like him and probably not one this swishy. I exhorted him to hurry but he was busy daydreaming and kept walking in the same pace. Fortunately, the fans didn't follow us. We had almost reached my car at the parking area as Taylor stopped all of a sudden.
"Come on Taylor, Bandito is waiting." I commanded him and motioned him to follow me. There were no people in sight, but that could change any moment.
But he didn't react. The annoyed expression on his face was gone, instead, he stood there and looked at me sadly and painfully. I didn't get his actions, one moment he looked like he wanted to fight with me and the next one he looked like a mouse trampled to death...
"Please wait, Blade. I gotta talk to you." He suddenly exclaimed in a pleading tone.
His words shot through my mind like pistol shot and I turned around to him in an instant.
"I can't do this anymore..." He mumbled and lowered his head that I couldn't see his eyes anymore.
"What can't you do anymore, Taylor?"
Was there hope that he finally realized what he was doing to me? Or would he wimp out again?
Stop hemming and hawing around Taylor. I want an answer. Don't just hem and haw around. Speak up! I want to hear it.
I stared at him impatiently. A lump in my throat build up but I knew it better than to show weakness and managed it to swallow it down somehow. Finally he found his voice again.
"This. Us. I mean look at us. I know how much you hate it to be around me, I can feel it in every breath you take and how much you wish this job would be over already. I... don't want you to go... Blade, but I realized that I'm not allowed to favor my own needs above bringing you in danger and pull you out of your own life on top of that. I can't force you to something you don't want to. I... I don't have the right to do that."
His voice cracked several times while he was speaking. I heard him take a shaky breath before he continued.
"That's why I want to release you, Blade. You are free and can go back to your own life. You don't have to stay with me anymore. I just... can't do this to you anymore."
After he said his last sentence his composure crumbled completely, he began to sob and suddenly burst into tears.
I didn't know what to do. I didn't expect that he would cry.
He finally realized the situation, but still didn't give me an explanation why he left me.
Ashamed, he turned his back to me.
"Sorry, I don't want you to see me cry." He whimpered, wiping his tears away with his hands before he turned around to me again after a while, but apparently couldn't stop himself from sobbing anyway.
Sure I could ask him why he didn't tell me the reason finally, but that's a thing which had to come from himself.
But it was too late. I couldn't change him and he couldn't change me.
If there was ever hope that I would receive an explanation from him, it just died.
And instead of blaming him, I began to feel guilty.
He gave up on me.
And it hurt.
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Date: 2014-04-23 12:17 pm (UTC)I hope for them to stay together and to find a way to work on their relationship.
Can't wait what happens next!