Chapter 2
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CHAPTER TWO
TRISTAN
I know Piper’s pissed, but there’s nothing I can do about it. She’s used to always getting her way, and considering she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, it’s not hard to guess why. However, I take my missions seriously, especially when her life is on the line. When we’re an hour outside of our destination, I connect to the Wi-Fi on the plane and text my brother. He immediately responds.
Tristan: Hey, I’ll be in town tonight.
Easton: Is everything okay? Did something happen?
Tristan: I’ll explain everything tomorrow. Is there any way you can help stock the beach house with food? I don’t know how long we’ll be staying.
Easton: We?
Tristan: Yeah.
When he realizes I’m not going to give any more details, he sends another message.
Easton: I can be there in the morning before my shift.
Tristan: Appreciate it.
I lock my phone, knowing I’ll eventually have to fill him in. It’s not something I’m looking forward to, considering the impending danger that follows being someone like Piper Montgomery’s bodyguard. My family worries about my well-being often, and that’s the last thing I want. It’s taken years for my parents to stop hounding me about staying safe, and once this is splashed on the news, concern will follow. My mother worried when I was in the military, and I think after everything that has happened, she always will.
Three and a half hours later, the plane touches down.
I’ve gotten the silent treatment during the entire flight, and I don’t know if she realizes or not, but it doesn’t bother me. Honestly, I’d rather her be quiet than hear her whining about her first-world problems. There are bigger issues than her not being able to log on to the internet, but I’ll never be able to convince her otherwise.
Once the plane comes to a stop, the cabin lights turn on, and the pilots wish us well. A concierge is waiting by the rental car her parents set up, and I quickly sign the paperwork, then place Piper’s belongings in the back seat. The humidity is the first thing I notice, and it’s something I haven’t missed living in New York.
“Jesus, it’s hot,” Piper complains, smoothing her hair away from her face.
I get inside the vehicle and am happy the windows are tinted dark. Although it’s right after two o’clock in the morning, and I doubt anyone is searching for Piper here, I can never be too cautious.
Piper puts on her seat belt and stares out the window as we leave. I turn onto the main road, and her eyes are glued outside.
“Palm trees? Are we in Florida?”
Smirking, I increase my speed onto the freeway without responding. She huffs and doesn’t say anything else.
I could drive to my family’s beach house with my eyes closed. Though I wish I were visiting under different circumstances, I’ll take what I can get.
Glancing over at her, I notice she’s fallen asleep. Though she’s a huge YouTube star with millions of adoring fans, death threats from a p*****t had never happened before now. It’s actually shocking it took this long, considering how obsessed people are with her.
But Jack? He’s taken it to the extreme.
I turn onto a small paved road, then pull into the driveway. Luckily, the doors are equipped with security keypads, so I only need a code to enter. I put the car in park and lightly nudge her.
Piper wakes and looks around. “We’re here?”
“Yeah. I’ll grab your things.”
She nods, and we get out of the car. I swing her backpack over my shoulders then grab my duffel and her suitcase. When we walk in, I realize the cabin hasn’t been aired out and smells musty.
Piper looks disgusted. “What is this place?”
“It’s my family’s beach house.”
“Wait, there’s a beach?”
I nod and point at the windows, though she won’t be able to see since it’s dark. “It’s private access, and during the day, you can see it from here.”
“So we are in Florida, aren’t we?”
“Yes. But that’s all I can share. It’s better if you don’t know exactly where we are.”
She swallows hard. “Do my parents know we’ve arrived?”
“I’ll call your dad once you’re settled, but he was notified via text that we landed and picked up the car.”
“Okay,” she tells me as her eyes scan over the place. I wish I could read her mind. This house is far from the luxury she’s used to.
She makes her way into the living room, then glances at the small kitchen and moves closer to the large wall of windows. Since the moon isn’t out, seeing the water is impossible. I open the windows, allowing the natural breeze to flow in.
“Your room is upstairs.” I lead the way. Once on the second floor, I turn to where she’ll be staying and wheel her suitcase inside.
“Where’s the master bedroom?” She walks inside, noticing it’s not large.
“There isn’t one,” I explain. “I’ll be right next door. It’ll allow me to be closer.”
The look on her face is nothing short of horrified, and I try not to laugh.
“This is a joke, right?” She’s seething.
“Let me set something straight before you start complaining—you’re not here for a vacation. I know you think you’re roughing it, but try to be respectful.”
She glares at me, then takes her suitcase and throws it on the bed to unzip it. “Where’s the bathroom?”
“Down the hall.”
“There’s only one?”
I meet her eyes. “Upstairs, yes, which means we’ll be sharing. Lucky you.”
Piper shakes her head and grabs some clothes. Storming past me, she finds it, then slams the door shut. The toilet flushes, then the water turns on for a while before finally shutting off. Five more minutes pass before she comes out with her hair up in a bun.
“Can you turn on the air conditioner? I’m sweating.”
I chuckle and walk to the large rectangle windows and open them. “There you go. Nature’s A/C.”
“You’re shitting me.” She looks like she’s about to explode. “Wait until my dad hears about this.”
“He’s aware. Said it would be good character development for you.”
Her lips move into a firm straight line. “I hate everything about this. A small room and bed. No central air-conditioning, and it stinks like a wet dog.”
I ignore her comments. “Now that you’ve gotten that out of your system, it’s time for some ground rules.”
Piper glares like she’s ready to murder me.
“The house does have internet.”
She perks up.
“But…”
“I knew you weren’t done.”
I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the doorframe. “Under no circumstances can you connect to it.”
“Of course I can’t.”
“You also can’t check your social media,” I add.
“Without the internet, it’s impossible. Can I at least have my cell back? You can put it on airplane mode if it makes you feel better.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know what Jack has access to at this point, and I’m not willing to risk it. If you log in from a different device, he might have your socials hacked. The last thing you want is him showing up, trust me.”
She sighs.
“You can use your laptop without the internet though. So if you have work that you can do without being online, feel free.”
“I have sponsored videos and pictures I need to edit, but it’s not like I can post them. All of this…” She looks around, then meets my eyes. “Is what my nightmares are made from.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“And you’re being an ass,” she snaps.
“Not the first time I’ve been called that.”
“For the past six months, you’ve barely said anything to me and now you’re barking orders at me. I kinda liked you better when you didn’t talk.” She zips up her suitcase and places it on the floor, then looks at me. “You’re dismissed.”
I roll my eyes regardless of how disrespectful she’s being. Right now, she’s acting like a spoiled little brat who’s not getting her way, and I’m two seconds from telling her as much. Instead of speaking my mind, I walk away. It’s easier considering I have no idea how long we’ll be stuck in this beach house together.
When I enter my room, she slams her door shut. I take my guns out of the chest holster and set them on the nightstand. Unzipping my duffel, I pull out the ammo that I packed along with my clothes, then call Mr. Montgomery.
“Thanks for the updates as you traveled,” he says.
“No problem. We’ve made it to our destination without any issues.”
There’s silence for a moment. “How’s Piper? She understands the rules?”
“Yes, she’s been made aware. Also, she’s very pissed.”
Mr. Montgomery chuckles. “I figured as much. Anyway, I have a few people trying to track down this man. I’ll let you know what we find out.”
“Sounds good.”
“Please keep my daughter safe, Tristan.”
“I pledged my life to protect this country, and I take my duty of keeping Piper safe just as seriously, sir.”
“Appreciate that. I’ll stay in touch.”
After the call ends, I change clothes and replay everything that happened tonight. If Jack would’ve had a gun or a knife, he could’ve easily hurt Piper or someone else. The fact that he chose a very intimate setting to pull this is psychotic, almost as if he wanted the attention it would bring. Maybe he did.
Instead of climbing in bed, I go downstairs and check every door and window to make sure they’re secure.
Piper may be a twenty-one-year-old brat, but she doesn’t deserve this. While I don’t completely understand her life as an influencer and probably never will, I respect her work ethic and how determined she is to be successful.
She doesn’t need a job considering how wealthy her family is, but she chooses to record, edit, and post videos almost daily. Over the past few years she’s made a name for herself and has become an internet sensation. The girl has her own merchandise and sayings trademarked. She’s appeared on TV shows, been a featured guest on celebrity podcasts, and gets paid to attend birthday parties for the elite. Companies send her ridiculous amounts of free products with the hopes that she’ll mention it on her channel or in her i********: stories. I’ve never seen anything like this in my life. Most of it flies over my head.
My job is to keep her out of trouble, protect her from psychos, and make sure she doesn’t get herself in dangerous situations. She’s not aware of her surroundings most of the time, and feels safe on the streets of New York when she shouldn’t. Piper’s a pretty girl, very recognizable, has a cult following, and views the world through rose-colored glasses. Meanwhile, I’m jaded with trust issues wrapped in PTSD.
I have a feeling Jack won’t be the last person who tries to attack her. Piper’s just too naive to realize it.
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