Seducing the Cold Bodyguard Gangster

Chapter Two

My entire body is frozen at what I just heard. I can’t breathe, in fact, I can’t feel a thing but my ears are ringing. Damien just threatened someone’s life to purchase his property, is that correct? My eyes fall to the phone as it is lowered to his side and he turns to see me. I can feel his eyes on me, as well as that of the man in the white suit who is standing next to him.  

“Vanessa!” Damien shouted immediately walking over to me but my glance turns to the phone now off in his hand. 

I took a few steps back purely out of instinct. There were two figures to the side of the barn now. Damien, and some other man who I am unable to address because of my shock. 

“I told you to wait in the other f*****g tent!” he shouts at me. 

This is not the Damien that I know. This is not my partner. This man just threatened another by the sole means of death. Was he really going to kill a man if he did not sign a contract? I have to get out of here. I feel raging danger through to my soul. 

“I…” I stuttered trying to pull myself together. 

Damien took hold of my shoulders and pulled me into his arms in a tight embrace running his hand down my back. He is trying to comfort me. It does not change how I feel. He is not at all who I thought he was and I feel an ice like chill run down my spine and cannot shake that feeling of horror. 

I finally look at the man to the side of Damien. That man dressed in white looks like a quarter-back footballer with a huge muscle-bound neck of pumping veins. I very clearly see a black gun tucked into his pant-line. As I lock glances with him, his eyes are not brown, but actually black and menacing. I am completely certain that he is not only evil, but is as equally malicious. 

“Shh. It’s alright. It will be fine.” Damien whispers to me. “Just go back to barn, I will come and talk to you in just a minute ok my love?” he says to me in a calm worried voice.

It is offering me no solace as I feel my lip shake slightly. I am suddenly feeling afraid of Damien, something I have never felt before.  

I look up trying to see some explanation for this situation in his glance but there is nothing given away by his hazel eyes. Damien is the orchestrator of something very wrong. I feel like I am in instant peril. I need to get away from him.  

“Yeah…” I mumble with a difficult breath. “Of course.” I add trying to appear more collected.

I turn and left. I can feel Damien watch me leave. Rather than going back to the barn as he instructed, I turned toward the side of the wooden structure they were behind and decide to listen to their conversation of what just happened with that phone call. I have always had good instincts and listening to these men right now is what my stomach is telling me I should do. I peer through an opening though the wood that is not facing them. The shadow of Damien and that other man are unflinching. 

“Shit.” Damien said flicking the mobile at his side. 

“What do you think?” The other man with reddish-blond hair and the bushy beard asked him. “She is a liability Damien.” 

I felt my heart hit the wall of my ribs with a thud at that one particular word: liability. 

“I should have never brought her here.” Damien cursed clicking back his phone into the back of his pants.

“You’re the one who needed to get laid.” The man with the bushy beard joked with a slight laugh.

I felt my mouth drop open at the statement. Was all that I was here for; to get Damien laid? 

“Ok fine. Go get her. We will handle this here.” Damien ordered. 

That is not good news for me is my only thought. Go get me? The hell with that, I am not waiting around to find out how Damien was going to ‘handle this’ because that sounds like my death sentence. My body reacts before my mind tells it to run. 

There was that park surrounding a lake not under guard. I dart into the pine trees. I hear my breath as I run through the park. My arms are lifted trying to safely make my way past the branches of trees. I can hear them following me. I am being chased. 

Where is the way out of this place? How do I get home? I am in a high-speed chase in the depths of some park outside of Houston. What have I gotten myself into? About a half hour later I make it to some firmer looking pathway and turn left. I look over my shoulder and am being hounded by about two miles of distance between what I think is four men and myself. I have to make it to some house, town or building and then the police station.

Another fifteen minutes into the chase and I arrive in at the edge of the lake. There is nowhere to turn now except to run alongside it. I look up at the sky of light blue and the blaring sun. It might be winter, but Texas is still warm. My heart is pounding. I have to get to a phone. I have to find help. I catch my breath and continue running along the side of the lake. I see a building off in the distance, it looks like the park control building. I have to get to it. There must be a phone in there. 

I pound on the door but there is no answer. I peer through the window and see nothing. It is completely vacant, but then I spot an old phone hanging on the wall next to a radio. I ripped the seam of my dress tearing some fabric loose and wrapped it around my fist. I know it was illegal, but I broke the window. I reached through it carefully around the glass and hit the lock loose on the door. I must look like a crazy lost tourist dressed like in this tight dress with black stiletto heels but it doesn’t matter right now. 

I make my way over to the phone and dial 911. I cannot hide here forever. I need help and now. The phone is ringing, but then I think about Damien’s father and how high up he actually is. If I make it to a police station, then Damien might still be able to get to me. I need more protection than that. I need the FBI. I need someone that can help protect me from the rich and dangerous Cole family. 

My mind focuses on one thing in the depths of my desperation to get out of this situation. My best friend Tyler from University who used to be in the Marines. He must know someone who can get me out of this. He is in Chicago right now. I hang up the phone and dial his familiar number with my palm sweating on the old corded phone. I hope that my choice to call him right now, rather than the police is not a mistake. 

“Please pick up your mobile Tyler.” I say out loud and keep glancing towards the door I just barged through waiting to men outside of it. 

“Err you know what time it is!” I hear Tyler expel frustrated into the phone. 

“Tyler it’s me. Shut up and listen. I am in trouble.”

“Vanessa?” he sounds hungover and groggy. “What the hell mate? Where are you?”

“My boyfriend Damien is a psycho sadistic bastard.” I blurt out and the other end of the line goes quiet. “I just came to Texas for a romantic freaking weekend away and heard him over the phone saying he was going to kill someone if they didn’t sign a contract. He is now running me down. I think he is going to kill me. I need help Tyler. I need to get out of here.”

My voice was cracked over the line as I was trying to communicate everything clearly. I did not even form what I was saying but heard myself repeat one particular line, I think he is going to kill me. I wanted to believe that statement was false, but it was not. Damien was definitely going to try to kill me, wasn’t he?

“What the?” I hear the other end of the line and some movement. “Alright, alright calm down. Let me think.” 

I don’t have time to let you think Tyler. I try not to say that out loud as I peer around to make sure that I am still alone. I look down at the torn slit in my dress, my palm still wrapped in the fabric. Damn, why did I have to pick this to wear? I chastise myself for trying to look so desirable for Damien. At least I found this building with a phone. 

“Ok. Ok. I got a number here.” Tyler said and I could hear the rustling of paper. “There is this guy that I know who got out of the Military a while ago. He is… well Vanessa he is basically a gun for hire. I have his number, that’s all, if you mention my name, he should take you as a client and get you out of whatever you are in but you should know Vanessa…”

“What?!” I demanded urgently.

“He is not cheap.”

I took the number and hung up the phone. Doesn’t matter what he costs Tyler. 

I make the next call. I dial a long-berated number that I have no clue what the country of origin is. It rings only three times before someone picks it up, and again I feel my heart in my chest drop with a sense of relief. 

“This is Mr. Whitaker.”