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Authors: Angie Derek
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Teaching a newbie the ropes isn't in my job description. How about you tell me what you want to know, and I'll promise to answer your questions as truthfully as I'm able."
"You think I should go home."
He shook his head. "No, you see why I'd be fired. Telling you to go home is the farthest from what I'm trying to tell you. I just want you to be careful and to do as I say."
She pushed the smile down that wanted to emerge. "What if I don't do what you say?"
"I won't answer your questions."
"And if I don't have any questions?"
He raised an eyebrow. "I'd say you were lying. Look, I want you to get to know your family, your father, but I also need to keep you safe."
A shadow moved on the edge of the pool. Lessa had barely registered it before Marc was moving. He spun, shoving her behind him and pulling a gun in one smooth motion.
"Sorry!" A voice squeaked.
"Shit, Brady, get over here." Marc lowered his gun, holding it down beside his leg.
Lessa dragged her gaze from Marc's weapon to the kid who stepped into the light. He couldn't be more than eighteen.
Marc shifted so he could look at both Lessa and Brady. "This is Brady Williams, one of several guards who patrols the grounds. Another reason it's better not to just take a stroll on your own." He shoved his gun back into the holster in the small of his back.
"Sorry, Marco." Lessa stared in shock at the large black gun Brady held in both hands. It was pointed away from them and toward the pool. "I heard voices and was just checking."
"Don't worry about it. I was giving a guest a tour of the house." Marc waited until Brady had melted back into the shadows, past the pool, before focusing exclusively on Lessa. "I suppose I couldn't have asked for a better demonstration. Come on."
She trailed behind him as he led the way back into the house, her gaze locked on where his gun was hidden. Now that she knew it was there she could clearly see the bulge outlined under his jacket. Once back inside the house, he shut the door behind her.
"Go ahead and ask," Marc prompted as he kept her walking down the dark hallway.
"You're wearing a gun."
"Always."
She stopped. "What about when you approached me at my house?"
"Upstairs," Marc said, his head cocked.
She could hear it too, the voices of her family. But she couldn't see them. The door to the dining room was now open and the voices drifted out. She didn't need any further urging to hurry down the hallway and jog up the stairs. Marc didn't speak until he had her safely enclosed in her room.
"Well?" Lessa asked. "Were you carrying a gun in Florida?"
"It was in the glove compartment of my car." He walked the perimeter of the room as if inspecting it.
Her dinner tray had been removed, and a makeshift bed was made on the couch. The bed's magical appearance threw her off. She stared at it.
Marc moved up behind her, his hands falling lightly on her shoulders. "I think it's time for the long lost princess to get her beauty sleep," he said softly, urging her toward the bedroom.
She wanted to protest, but her brain was suddenly nonfunctional, and she needed to be at her best before she asked him any more questions.
"Tomorrow is soon enough," he said as if reading her mind. "I'll see you in the morning."
He shut the connecting door with a thunk . She closed her eyes a moment and the exhaustion slammed into her so forcefully she wavered on her feet. Forcing herself forward, she made it to the bed, but not under the covers before sleep claimed her.
L essa checked her hair in the bathroom mirror for the fifth time in preparation for Jiovanni's funeral. Marc had disappeared nearly an hour before with orders to wait here for him, but she was having a hard time waiting patiently. She'd crashed hard last night and had woken up to breakfast being served and Marc's bed on the couch gone. But he'd been there until his phone had sent him on some errand.
She puffed out her cheeks and frowned at herself in the mirror. She hated black.
"You think I should go home."
He shook his head. "No, you see why I'd be fired. Telling you to go home is the farthest from what I'm trying to tell you. I just want you to be careful and to do as I say."
She pushed the smile down that wanted to emerge. "What if I don't do what you say?"
"I won't answer your questions."
"And if I don't have any questions?"
He raised an eyebrow. "I'd say you were lying. Look, I want you to get to know your family, your father, but I also need to keep you safe."
A shadow moved on the edge of the pool. Lessa had barely registered it before Marc was moving. He spun, shoving her behind him and pulling a gun in one smooth motion.
"Sorry!" A voice squeaked.
"Shit, Brady, get over here." Marc lowered his gun, holding it down beside his leg.
Lessa dragged her gaze from Marc's weapon to the kid who stepped into the light. He couldn't be more than eighteen.
Marc shifted so he could look at both Lessa and Brady. "This is Brady Williams, one of several guards who patrols the grounds. Another reason it's better not to just take a stroll on your own." He shoved his gun back into the holster in the small of his back.
"Sorry, Marco." Lessa stared in shock at the large black gun Brady held in both hands. It was pointed away from them and toward the pool. "I heard voices and was just checking."
"Don't worry about it. I was giving a guest a tour of the house." Marc waited until Brady had melted back into the shadows, past the pool, before focusing exclusively on Lessa. "I suppose I couldn't have asked for a better demonstration. Come on."
She trailed behind him as he led the way back into the house, her gaze locked on where his gun was hidden. Now that she knew it was there she could clearly see the bulge outlined under his jacket. Once back inside the house, he shut the door behind her.
"Go ahead and ask," Marc prompted as he kept her walking down the dark hallway.
"You're wearing a gun."
"Always."
She stopped. "What about when you approached me at my house?"
"Upstairs," Marc said, his head cocked.
She could hear it too, the voices of her family. But she couldn't see them. The door to the dining room was now open and the voices drifted out. She didn't need any further urging to hurry down the hallway and jog up the stairs. Marc didn't speak until he had her safely enclosed in her room.
"Well?" Lessa asked. "Were you carrying a gun in Florida?"
"It was in the glove compartment of my car." He walked the perimeter of the room as if inspecting it.
Her dinner tray had been removed, and a makeshift bed was made on the couch. The bed's magical appearance threw her off. She stared at it.
Marc moved up behind her, his hands falling lightly on her shoulders. "I think it's time for the long lost princess to get her beauty sleep," he said softly, urging her toward the bedroom.
She wanted to protest, but her brain was suddenly nonfunctional, and she needed to be at her best before she asked him any more questions.
"Tomorrow is soon enough," he said as if reading her mind. "I'll see you in the morning."
He shut the connecting door with a thunk . She closed her eyes a moment and the exhaustion slammed into her so forcefully she wavered on her feet. Forcing herself forward, she made it to the bed, but not under the covers before sleep claimed her.
L essa checked her hair in the bathroom mirror for the fifth time in preparation for Jiovanni's funeral. Marc had disappeared nearly an hour before with orders to wait here for him, but she was having a hard time waiting patiently. She'd crashed hard last night and had woken up to breakfast being served and Marc's bed on the couch gone. But he'd been there until his phone had sent him on some errand.
She puffed out her cheeks and frowned at herself in the mirror. She hated black.
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