The Assassin’s Billionaire Bodyguard – Chapter 8
“Tell me exactly how this is going to go?” Isabella eyed the antipasto platter with a twist of her lips. She grabbed a slice of the bread and pulled it apart with her fingers.
“I think the best thing to do is to let Portia know.”
She made a face, “how exactly are you intending to do it?”
.”
he pulled his phone from his jacket and dialled his daughter and put her on speaker. She pus
“Hi Daddy,”
fact.
hing,” she mewed like a kitten.
t. Her father would have used a belt on her hide for speaking so ingratiatingly sulk
me taking her off Evgeni’s hands?”
her tone changed, and Isabella couldn’t
r, dine her and make her forget Evgeni exists.” He win
posed to be engaging with the enemy.”
an take your credit cards away for a month. I will single-handedly find you a job which will occupy all your time, so you don’t have the ability to engage in such nonsense again.”
he tattled on me?”
me in her life not all British accents
Clara Draxton, one of the richest people in the world, had to have her personal security agent remove you from her place of business? She did me a favor keeping you out of the press. I’m wishing right now, she hadn’t.” His green eyes flicked to Isabella’s and noted her discomfort. He reached for her fingers, and she pulled back scowling at him. It m
ting Isabella. I’ll be home late.”
her chest.
rked widely.
her purse and turned it on and set it on the table. Immediately a dozen messages from Evgeni pinged alo
actually say, ‘you are mine’?”
er hand impatiently, “he’s said more caveman crap than this. Once he told me his father runs the mafia and I would never get out alive.”
tened to Mikhail affirm he would handle it and then thanked the man and hung up.
?”
ch. He leaned back so the server could put their meals in front of them and took away the
is head. “You did not need to call his father.”
n employee of Draxton, you are Clara’s kid sister, through marriage or otherwise, and I know some of the stuff Ben would do for her. I do not think for one minute she would tolerate this bullshit.”
him myself. Your kid, fine, you deal with her. She’s crazy
nd of person who let’s people get away with too much Isabella. Why are you letting him? Do you owe him something?”
lots of red and gold. She thought it reminded her of blood on a field at dawn. She was contemplating spilling his. She took a breath, “I don’t owe anyone anything, but I also don’t need someone fighting my battles for me. I can clean my own mess.”
We will agree t
lease?” She grabbed her phone and her purse and beelined for the bathroom.
pid Isabella, stupid, stupid, stupid. You let one controlling man replace the other. You may as well just sleep with your sister.” A woman stepped into the bathroom, and she pointed at the door, “get out.”
er voice lowered into a growl and the woman walked out backwards.
y and nobody even looked up to see who was coming or going into the area. She walked to the staff entrance and smiled at one of the line cooks, “what a night. I’m going to grab a smoke before my next table.” He nodded at her, a
ense plate matching her shared ride. She climbed into the car and mentally flipped off the man in the restaura
two at a time. She looked through the spy hole and grimaced. She tore the door open, her face soaked with sweat. “What do you want?”
hort crop top and a pair of biking shorts.
ou have an entire gym down here.” He stood there watching as she landed a couple of roundhouse kicks to black punching bag hanging from the ceiling before she t
been called worse.”
iously. “I have two brothers, three sisters, a sister-in-law, two parents, too many aunts and uncles to count and I fight every single day of my life to maintain my autonomy. I will not have some a*****e deciding on a whim he gets to call all the
me do? We agreed to date.”
ration and punched the bag again. “Nobody owns me. Nobody ever gets to own me.”
e man still in her basement as the small dog managed to get on the treadmill with her and ran, easily keeping up to her tempo.
rything,” he quipped from the d
og. She could relieve her own fears. She needed the comfort Casper gave her. Right now, the dog sensed she simply needed someone on her side, a comrade and he was giving it his all to be her friend. Someone had once tried to buy her against her will, to keep her as a prisoner and her freedom was too
r and saw Cam had taken his coat off and it was draped over his arm. “Why are you still here?”
ter.”
king. “He can get on and off as much as he likes. Right now, he’s sensing I’
motional support animal?”
and he has fathered many just like him.”
ed back from her and the tiny-legged dog running beside her. “You’re telling me, he is your emotional supp
ppear to be in sync with its master.
ed scrunchie to pull her hair into a ponytail. What was once sleek and straight was now damp and frizzy.
with the dog.
o.”
in the mail today.”
en stepped off the treadmill to wait patiently for his master and his treat.
d her face. She turned to face him, holding each end of a towel in her hands around her neck. “Why are you here?”
ully, I came to tell you off for being rude and ditching me in a re
at him. “You’re lucky I didn’
ion. I’m sorry. I was out of line.”
. As she watched his a*s ascend the stairs ahead of her, she realized maybe she knew why.