Chapter 1
Only the first four chapters are on here, the rest is on Galatea with a different cover.
Drake was sitting in the office of Spencer and Spencer, an agency that hires out bodyguards for those who need protection. He crossed his right leg over his left one, loosened his tie and waited to be given his new assignment. His head was still pounding from last night. Once again he drank way too much and ended up taking some blond he met in the bar back to his place and had sex with her. He woke up butt naked, the blond was gone and the used condom lay on the floor.
“Here’s your new assignment,” his one boss said, sliding the folder across the desk so that it was in front of him.
He opened the folder and read the information inside. “Templeton, I’ve heard of him. Why would he want to hire us when I’m sure he’s got his own men? I’ve also heard that some of his businesses aren’t legal.”
Keith looked at his brother Cain before answering. “Those are just rumours, as for your question Mr. Templeton has been using this firm for some time now and he requested someone that can be trusted. You’re the best in the business, but you have to cut down on the drinking and control your temper.”
“Well, maybe I don’t want the job,” he said, tossing the folder down without reading it all.
Cain sat back. “Drake, because of your ways you are having a hard time keeping jobs. This job pays triple the normal pay and you also get to live in one of the most exclusive mansions in California.”
His eyebrows lifted and he looked at the two men sitting across from him. “Triple, why triple, what aren’t you telling me?”
Cain cleared his throat and Keith played with the pen in his hand. A sure sign that they were keeping something from him. “It’s nothing Drake, nothing at all. It’s just that we promised the man the best guy we have, his business means a lot to our company, he can make us or break us.”
He stared at the two men, both brothers and twins, in their late fifties. Only one was bald while the other one had a full head of hair, both short and on the heavy side. “Alright, I’ll take the job, so when do I start?”
Both brothers looked relieved. “Today. Go home and pack your bags,” Cain said, smiling and standing up to shake Drake’s hand.
“One more question, how long is this job going to last?”
“Four to six months,” Cain answered.
To him, that seemed normal so he didn’t question it. He picks up the folder but only to take out the address, leaving the rest behind. He knew all he wanted to know, the rest he would figure out along the way. “Alright then, guess I’ll see you when the job is over with.”
Once he was gone Keith turned to Cain. “Don’t you think we should have warned him about the girl?”
Cain laughed. “He’ll find out soon enough.”
“What if he quits when he finds out?” Keith asked, starting to sweat.
“Drake’s a stubborn son of a bitch, he’ll stay on the job just to prove a point. Who knows, this just might be what he needs, someone to put him in his place, knock him down a peg or two. But I wouldn’t mind being a fly on the wall when he meets her.”
“I hope you’re right about him staying, she has already chased away every other available bodyguard,” Keith said, rubbing his temple.
As soon as Drake walked out of the air-conditioned office and outside the California sun was beating down on him. His muscles ached and he started sweating, so he removed his jacket and tie, undoing a couple of the buttons on his shirt. He walks over to his car, his pride and joy, a 1966 Ford Thunderbird and took off to his small apartment. There he packed his bags and made sure everything was turned off after packing his weapons and handcuffs. He looked around and shook his head, it really was a dump. He had on many occasions thought about using the money he inherited from his family estate to buy a better place, but he had sworn never to touch that money.
He found his way to Templeton’s mansion and let out a whistle when he saw it. It was something like out of a movie. The only way in was through an electric gate which was guarded by two armed men. He sat in his car and waited while they walked over to him, keeping his dark sunglasses on.
“State your business.” The one man who looked like a giant and with his huge muscles bulging through the sleeves of his shirt snapped.
“I’m here to see Mr. Templeton, he’s expecting me.”
“Name,” the giant snapped at him once again, placing his hand on his gun.
“Drake O’Rourke,” he answered, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel while the man looked at his clipboard.
The man seeing his name asked him to step out of the car. “Open up your suitcase, slowly and don’t try anything funny.” He then ordered the other guy to go through the luggage and when he did he held up the gun and handcuffs.
He removed his glasses, it was hot and he was starting to lose his temper. “Guys I’m getting a little sick of this, put my things back before I get really mad and kick your ass.”
They both looked at each other and laughed, then the big one spoke. “Why do you have these and what are you planning on doing with them?”
“Your boss has hired me as a bodyguard, I might need them.”
The two men smiled at each other and the smaller one spoke. “This is the guy the boss was telling us about.” He put Drake’s things back inside the case, all the time chuckling. “Let him through.”
He got back in his car and stared at the two men. “Mind telling me what’s so funny?” he asked, before driving in.
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, good luck man, you’re going to need it.” He then motioned for him to drive through. The bigger guy shook his head and grinned. “Poor bastard, I wonder how long this one will last?”
Pulling up to the mansion he was once again greeted by another giant of a man who was clearly packing heat. “I’m here to see Mr. Templeton.”
“Follow me,” the goon ordered.
Getting out of his vehicle he walked behind the man up the stairs and inside when the door was opened by the butler. He was shown into a large room which was obviously the man’s office and he was ordered to wait and not to touch anything. He sat down to wait, looking around the room, it was expensively decorated. Several famous pictures hung on the wall, behind the desk there was a glass showcase that held different types of weapons, to guns, knives and other weapons of torture.
The butler walked in carrying a tray with coffee and tea. “Mr. Templeton will be right with you sir, is there anything you require?”
“No, I’m good,” he replied. The truth was he would have preferred a cold beer or a shot of whiskey but seeing it was early he thought better of asking for one.
Seconds later the door opened and a man in his late fifties walked in, he was tall, his hair a silver-grey and one could see he was not a man you would want to anger.
He stood up and shook the man’s hand then sat back down when he was instructed to. “Mr. Templeton you have a beautiful home. I just want to say that I’ll do my best to keep you safe but I have to ask, why me when you have so many men surrounding you already?”
“Mr. O’Rourke, it’s not me you’ll be protecting, it’s my daughter Catherine.”
He felt his head throbbing, now he knew why his bosses were acting so weird. They knew he wouldn’t have taken the job if he knew he was to be the bodyguard for some young, spoiled brat. “All due respect sir but I don’t do babysitting. I think it would be best if you got someone else to do the job.”
“You won’t be babysitting Mr. O’Rourke, you’ll be protecting my princess. You will go wherever she goes, do what she wants. You’ll be with her twenty-four seven. I don’t have time to find anyone else and it’s only for a few months. In three weeks I have to go out of the country and can’t take her with me. I need someone I can trust to keep her safe and I was told you were trustworthy. I will give you a huge bonus when your job ends.”
“Is your wife going with you or will I also be watching over her?”
“My wife died in a car accident eight years ago.” He blinked back the tears, after all these years he still missed her.
“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know.” The last thing he wanted was to watch a kid but with the bonus he would be getting later he figured he’d stick it out, after all, how hard could it be taking care of a kid?
“Will you take the job?”
“Yes, I’ll take it. Where is your daughter now? I should meet her before I get settled in.”
“She’s out by the pool and I’ll have your bags taken to your room. I had one made up for you, it’s right across from Catherine. I want you close to her in case she needs something. There is something I should tell you. She can be a handful, a little on the wild side and she will test you, push your buttons. I suggest you stay firm and tough, but never disrespect or hurt her. Is that understood?”
“Understood,” he answered and stood up. “Now take me to her so we can get acquainted.”
Just then a man walked in and going over to the older man whispered into his ear. He then turned to look at Drake. “I have something that I need to deal with, Stanly here will direct you towards the pool area. You go ahead and I will join you both shortly.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, sir, I might spook her as she doesn’t know me. I could always go check my room out and when you’re free we could go together.”
“Believe me, Mr. O’Rourke, you won’t spook her. She is aware that you are coming today. I will be out as soon as I can.”
Drake followed Stanly out and through some rooms until they reached the back area of the house.
“The pool is out that way,” Stanly said, pointing to a large glass sliding door. I’m sure you’ll find Miss Templeton either in the pool or in the garden which is off to the side. Good luck sir.”
He narrowed his eyes at the man. “Why is everyone wishing me luck, Is the child that bad?” He saw the smirk on the man’s face and felt like punching him.
“Child?” he chuckled. “It was nice meeting you sir, too bad you won’t be here for long,” he said and walked away, leaving him confused.
Walking outside he felt the heat from the sun beating down on him and wished he wasn’t wearing a damn suit. He reaches into his pocket and takes out the sunglasses he puts them on and looked around at his surroundings. He noticed the garden first, it was spectacular with its different flowers and statues. Now he wasn’t a girly type of guy but he did appreciate beauty.
It dawned on him that there were no guards outside in the back, though there were security cameras everywhere. But why would a child be out here all alone, unless she had a nanny but his new boss never mentioned one? As he moved further he saw the pool and there was a woman laying on a lounger, wearing dark sunglasses. She appeared to be sleeping and there was no sign of a kid around. Moving closer he couldn’t help thinking this must be the nanny and his eyes wandered over her body. She had dark hair, wearing a skimpy bikini and he got hard looking at her body, she was a hot little number. He would have to find out who she was before he made a move on her, she might very well be the boss’s girlfriend, even though she looked way too young for him.
When he reached her he smiled down at her, wanting her to see his dimples, women seemed to go for them. No matter where he was if he saw a woman he wanted to get into bed all he had to do was show her the dimples, it worked every time.
“Are you going to say something or just stand there looking at my body?” she said in a very rude tone of voice.
He didn’t care for her tone so he dropped the smile. “I’m looking for Catherine. I was told I could find her out here. If you’re the nanny you’re doing a lousy job as I don’t see the kid anywhere around.”
“I’m Catherine you babbling baboon.”
