Vanessa got up pushing hard against Marcel's hard body as she cleaned dust on her trousers.
"You sure are one badass bodyguard". Staring at Vanessa, she had an open buttonless shirt revealing her breasts.
Vanessa quickly buttoned her shirt as she turned around, her face flushed. Bloody bastard, she thought.
Why didn't you run away, sir, when you had the chance?.
"Oh, I couldn't find a way out, so I thought I would wait for you", he said, touching his dark hair, grinning.
Vanessa stared at him, gosh, he was strikingly handsome, his sharp green eyes and muscular, tall, built body were something that could make even the least girl fall for him. "Damn, what the heck am I thinking? I can't be attracted to this fool, and clearly he is way out of my league, too arrogant and full of pride, but".
"Hey, what the hell are you thinking, Marcel said, snapping her out of her thoughts; Don't think that maybe because you singlehandedly defeated some dudes, you are now superior to me. His eyes went dark. You're just a bodyguard".
Vanessa nodded.
Next Day at the Davidson Mansion
"Oh come on, baby, the party is in two days, you haven't bought me the dress like you promised?". Anna, the rich businessman's daughter, sat on Marcel's lap, her arms crossed on his shoulder.
Just like her engaged man, Anna was the embodiment of jealousy and arrogance mixed in one concoction, they fitted each other.
Vanessa thought standing a few metres away from them.
She flexed her muscles as she took a commanding posture in the luxurious home.
"I will, darling, don't get so worried, you know I will always love and think about you, my love". Marcel replied to her, touching her cheek.
"You don't anymore, you are always in business meetings or with that sloth, of a bodyguard". She gave Vanessa a disgusted look as she continued fixing her gaze on Marcel.
"She protects me, and she really kicked some ass at the gala", Marcel lowered his voice.
"But I still despise her, though, because you hate her, my darling". He said pecking Anna on the cheek as she flushed.
If it wasn't for some reason, I would probably gun down these two right here. What the heck, do they actually think I can't hear them?
Vanessa steadied herself as two police officers entered the parlour.
"You are very welcome, sir", Marcel stood up, shaking hands with the two young men, his grin wide as ever, as Anna adjusted on the seat, barely hiding her frown.
"We don't have any ID on the attackers". The first policeman began by not wasting time on formalities.
He was huge, probably 6 feet or so, Vanessa thought and carried an air of authority resembling a commissioner.
"There were several casualties at the gala, 2 lives were lost and 8 were injured". The policeman continued.
Vanessa could see Marcel's eyes looking in fear, she almost chuckled.
"It is assumed that the killers are after your life, sir. We still don't have any reason why they want you so badly, " he coughed. Our investigations are still ongoing, but we advise you to proceed with caution and make sure your bodyguard is with you always, the situation at hand is very risky".
Anna shot Vanessa a glare, her pupils dilating.
"I have heard you, sir. I will be very careful from now on and make sure you find the killers and the reason behind my sudden wanted list on a gangster group quickly". Marcel said, caressing his hair.
Gosh, his tone was so harsh, but the policeman just nodded as he walked past Vanessa with his second behind him. This bloody rich elite that feels they own people.
Vanessa thought as she tightened her jaw.
"Does that mean we are not going to the mall tomorrow, baby please?". Anna begged as she sat on Marcel's lap again with a childish look shaking him.
"Oh come on Anna, of course we are going, I mean it's not like some gangster group is gonna come after me at the mall, you matter to me more, my love ". He stroked Anna's black hair looking into her eyes.
Standing here looking at these two sure gives me the creeps. What an insolent man, his life is in danger, and he wants to go to the mall, she sighed.
So far, it was her job to protect him, and she had to do that even if he was flying to the moon. Marcel had doubled her pay after her heroics at the gala, as long as she kept earning money, it didn't matter if she had to take away some gangster lives, after all that was what she was here for. She closed her eyes.
Mrs Eleanor Davidson walked in with her gaunt face, she walked up to Marcel and Anna.
"Your father has decided to cancel the annual party". She said, her voice shaking like she had a cold.
"What, why, Mom, what the heck is going on?". Marcel stood up and grabbed his mom's shoulders in panic.
"It's not safe, don't you get it? You were almost assassinated again for the 4th time in two weeks, holding a party at this time isn't safe for you, Marcel". Mrs Eleanor shouted, dropping Marcel's arms.
"Mom is right". A voice came from upstairs as a young man in his mid-20s came down. He was handsome, but not as Marcel was; he had fallen brown hair and walked with confidence, his hands in his pockets, in a grey coloured suit.
Donald Davidson, Vanessa thought. "The youngest son of the elite family, was charming but had a bad way of talking to people, just like his brother. He always looked at me like I was some experiment that needed dissecting and was waiting for the right time. It makes me shudder".
Donald walked to a sofa and sat down as Marcel fixed his gaze on him. "Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?".
Marcel was visibly angry; he never got along with his brother, and it made me curious.
"Oh come on Marcel, I just care for my big brother, he gave a smug grin that didn't reach his eyes. Having a party when your life is in danger isn't good at all, c'mon Donald beat his chest feigning a soft smile. I want what's best for you".
"Don't you dare, I am not going to believe your gibberish and cock and bull care story", he clenched his right arm. The party would hold mom. He turned his face to her and that's final, you can tell dad that.
Marcel walked off with Vanessa hurrying behind him in a cautious look.
"Don't say I didn't warn you", Donald said, his eyes dark and his left hand in his pocket.
Marcel stopped walking as he looked at Donald with a dangerous glare and gritting his teeth.
"What the hell did you say"? He marches forward to meet Donald.
"Marcel, what do you think you're doing". Mrs Eleanor said in panic.
Marcel, Anna called in shock.
There were hurried footsteps and someone blocked Marcel's path.