𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋 𝐃𝐔𝐁𝐎𝐈𝐒 also known as crampton's finest bodyguard. she's cold and collected, living a life full of drunken hookups and fights. she's built walls around her heart, yet he, somehow, managed to break them.
Now, meet 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐑...
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I was laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours while my alarm kept blaring Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana in my room.
"I'm worse at what I do best. And for this gift I feel blessed. Our little group has always been. And alway will until the end."
Groaning in annoyance, I closed my alarm - stopping myself from throwing it at the wall - before kicking the covers off of me. The cold air in my room immediately hit my skin, creating small goosebumps on my arms as I stretched my limbs. A loud pop! was heard, making me smirk as I stood up. My feet hit the cold wooden floor of my bedroom, making me hiss.
Fucking hell.
Rubbing my eyes with the back of my hand, I made my way towards my closet and pulled out my outfit for the day. Unlike most people, I don't choose my outfit the day before, I chose it the day of. It adds some stress to my anxious ass which is exactly what I need to start the day correctly.
Grabbing a pair of black pants from my drawer, I began looking through multiple shirts before settling on a black turtleneck. For accessories, I'm going to add my trusted rings, my scorpio necklace and my belt.
An old friend of mine said that an outfit is never complete without accessories. Now, I live by that motto.
Opening the door of my bedroom, my Cane Corso, Saint, ran out of the room with energy. I made sure to put water in his bowl before walking to the bathroom to get ready for work.
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I work in a bodyguarding firm called The White Rose. It makes it seem like we're part of a mafia or whatever. Which is probably why we don't go by our government names but an alias. A nickname of sorts.
I go by Rebel, since I never listen to instructions and usually don't follow rules or protocol. My older brother, Gunner, owns the firm meaning he's my boss. He takes a piss at ordering me around since he couldn't do that when we were younger. The only person I'd listen to was Wolf, our other brother.
Anyways, as I got out of the shower I could hear Saint whimper behind the closed door. Chuckling, I wrapped a warm towel around my body before opening the door for him.
