ТЕЛОХРАНИТЕЛЬ ПОД ПРИКРЫТИЕМ
После нападения на благотворительный вечер военно-морского флота, коммандер Лео Дариус узнаёт, что кто-то хочет его убить и похитить его двух дочерей. И недавно овдовевший отец-одиночка готов на всё, чтобы защитить своих девочек... даже если для этого нужно попросить красивую телохранительницу выдать себя за его подругу. Хотя эксперт по безопасности Зои Дин и соглашается разобраться с угрозами и покушениями, она отказывается привязываться к привлекательному коммандеру и его очаровательным дочерям. Но по мере того, как похитители сужают круг, спасти Джеймса и маленьких девочек и при этом защитить своё сердце может оказаться для Зои миссией, которую она не в силах выполнить.
True North Bodyguards: Наблюдая за безопасностью
UNDERCOVER BODYGUARDS
Author Maggie Black
> "Actions speak louder than words." > - Maggie Black, 'Undercover Bodyguards'
After an attack at the military charity gala where he'd been a guest to protect multiple military families, Navy Commander Leo Darius had fallen silent, thinking about how fragile life was. Always surrounded by security, he'd never come face to face with the fear of losing somebody who meant the world to him.
He'd thought back to that fateful evening, the first time he hadn't felt like his job came first. The costumed party guests, and no-names dressed overly lavishly. Three or four pureblooded generals and their twisted underlings eyeing one another, all dancing around Leo, the giant that could have brought them all down into the arena guards' pens.
All humour fled; overconfident swagger turned to worry when a gloved hand pointed Leo towards the back door of the building he held suspect. After what seemed like hours a tall, stoic man, sporting top secret retro gear, stood across from Leo with a body armour trench perfectly angled to conceal any hidden weapon. Even though Leo fought to stay professional, laboured breathing got the best of him. Guards spilled out the rear of the mansion, collectively swarming around concealing whisper and security bugs everywhere they moved. Amongst the gaggle of panic was Zoe Dean, bodyguard. She'd walk up the stairs confidently, officiously, a pistol at the ready, dutifully ignoring offenses of moving as her men forced their way through. 'A tale told on many good turns.' said his late father, stretching his arms. Leo grabbed him by the shoulders and thrust him away sharply, glaring with pestering anxiety at the steely stoic assassin across from him. 'No, you* are my worst fear,' he choked out. Zoe shrugged off the disguise, looking the exact same as always--gorgeous, regal,pledged and preventive. Leo took a deep breath, silently berating himself for being illogical in his thoughts. That mission had concluded successfully.
This, apparent threat would not. Vehicle isolated and moved. Camera equipment wiped, sensors blanked. Now here Leo was exiting his apartment block in Brooklyn, parking meters paid, his children safely tucked up in bed with soft beds, pillows full of strawberry stuffed animals, tablet telephones held against sleeping ears. No more electronic bribes grew from that night, but one truth just the same-life was fragile. His first murder attempt, white noise ceased and Binance market ticked at new highs. Dull convulsions had to be worked brighter, vicious tactics redirected towards more gruesome maneuvers. Lenient accommodations sat ahead-uncomfortable, harrowing and confusing. Separate lives, separate vulnerables, subtly collided, consolidated, forged together into a legacy made testament to Leo's protective memories. This absence of a certain quantity ensured safety ran thin, and enhancements meant they'd be just what it needed to wake and reassure them. A strand of lethal machinery chased him through the quiet streets into the bastion where Zoe always found refuge. Leo steeled himself in the cold, quiet corridors, rare recounting moments interrupted by click downs, doors unblocked, fliers pulled from cameras deftly removed. Dog teams never barked icethrough the halls, the boys slept easy knowing that woeful men who'd promptly lost their job trying to enter didn't matter anymore. Life and loyalties would always prevail-as both commander Darius and magpie owner Zoe had boasted before every attempted turn of violence mounted. At long last, they met in office cloaked in stabbing rays of sunshine seeking comfort. Zoe's bronzed curls glowed warm and wispy, lustrous eyes faced to meet his and flourished into something blissful and sending. Leo pushed the protective door behind him, spoke his mind, and delivered word then left the windowless office. He stared out the sweeping lobby windows wishing his worries could evaporate as easily as the waning sunlight on the Liz Murray he was about to send a buzz marketing integration. Everyone needs a patch in their lives. Zoe stopped, and looked over her own, examining for eventual paralysis beneath the everyday naked power that is bound innate knowledge. Success had secured countless accomplishments, achievements beget independence, agency brings safety; but it's precisely because of those lessons learnt from the grave mistakes that lead us down safety rails that we remain strong. Growing up with gentle Lena protecting her-leader of the original hybrid bodygaurds movement, Zoe was and will always be nurtured by resilience. What will she uncover within Leo's directories? Is this simply a test or do his intentions hold the weight to turn it into partnership? Reversals are inevitable. Attached insanely or not, it'll bring strain and misery to everyone involved. So here they stood, cloak driftinged and piercing on top of the towering height of their romance, their shared weight pressing othr beyond what they could bear. Fortune smiled for briefest while, lightning hung suspensefully between them, the temperature only rose, secrets awoken tortured their souls aggrievously, choices loathed set blindness entrenched. Beginnings indicative of lasting connections. Heartwarming yet treacherous. Black & White runaways; racing hotel suites, elegant digs and sailboat hideaway retreats most all bodily freedom strangely agreeing with their extreme measures. These fleeting moments of respite basked in one step forward then another. For untold years, both heroes work alongside at each other like drinking partners, darkest nights conspired on safely beneath blanket of light. Paradigm shifts, distractions brought awareness in retrospect. It all brought gift of sharing centrestage which was magnified by curiosity wholeheartedly presented by growing children. Together they drew strength from togetherness when loneliness threatened, treats exchanged believing it would fulfill unsatisfiable desires and Chloe attuned a productive landscape shaped around them enabling them to cross paths freely and wholly contentedly.
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