The Bodyguard

1

"Take a deep breath cherie, slowly," daddy instructed and I tried to focus on his voice. After a few minutes I was finally able to return my breathing to normal.

"Are you ok now?" He asked.

I nodded, unsure if I would manage to speak without breaking into an embarrassing stutter. That's what made me really angry, that after all this time, that bastard still had so much power over me.

"Come, take a seat."

He led me to sit on the couch and I was glad because right then I wasn't sure if my legs could hold up anymore. I never had panic attacks before. This was my third one and all because of Stephen bastard Matthews.

"I'm sorry, it was all my fault, I didn't mean to drop it on you like that," he apologised after handing me a glass of water.

"How did he get out?" I asked urgently.

"Get out? Who? What are you talking about?" he frowned.

I frowned in return. Were we even discussing the same thing?

"Oh no, you thought I meant Stephen? No wonder you reacted that way."

His eyes closed brief in shared pain.

"So who is it if it's not Stephen? Why are you getting me a bodyguard if it's not him?" I asked in confusion.

The only time I had gotten a bodyguard was during the whole Stephen ordeal and I couldn't understand why else I would get a bodyguard if it was not him.

"Because this is might be more serious than Stephen cherie, something happened and I upset some people in pretty high places. At this point I'm not sure I can control the situation. I just want you to be safe whilst everything goes down."

Suspicion replaced confusion...

"Daddy what did you do?" I asked trying to come up with the worst case scenarios yet couldn't pin any to this man who had been both mother and father to me for the better part of my life.

"I can't tell you cherie, that would only put you in more danger than you already are in now."

He was being cryptic as hell and it was annoying me.

"You are not involved in anything illegal, are you?" I narrowed my eyes.

There had been rumours about my father in the past, in fact his name was the first to come up whenever the mafia was mentioned. Cops had tried everything but there'd never found any proof and I liked to believe that was because there wasn't any.

When I asked him, dad always said his business was legitimate, which was somewhat true. Castillo International was above board. It was his on-the-side activities that worried me.

"Don't be ridiculous; this is something that happened ages ago."

I sighed. "Let's talk about this later ok? Right now I just want to go to work and I need to think about this if I'm agree to it without you even telling me what's going on."

I would agree in the end of course because my dad never really gave anyone a choice, but first I wanted him to stew first. Maybe this time he'd finally own up about all his secret activities.

Unlikely.

"Blaire-"

"Daddy please."

"Alright, later then."

After changing out of my spoiled dress, I left the house, only stopping by Starbucks to grab more coffee because I honestly needed it.

It was busy at work and I spent the whole day in and out of meetings. It was around six in the evening when I was finally free to go home. I was gathering my things when my phone vibrated.