Bossy Bodyguard: Bodyguard/ Ex’s Dad Age Gap Romance (Dominating Desires Book 3)
Bossy Bodyguard: Part 3 – Chapter 36

Oh, she had a huge pair of tits alright. My little Emma. Already allowing herself to feel empowered by showing off her bits—my bits— to everyone. How dare she…

It was okay. It was. Really. After all, she’d be with me in a few months. Weeks if I make it happen early and get rid of that new nuisance. That piece of shit bodyguard.

Cillian Chang. I had been keeping eyes on him when he ruined my plan for that day. Emma was so willing and pliant and ready for me, mumbling in her sleep when he just had to come back to the suite.

I was furious. He must have used his large body to pin her down and use her. I knew it. Just how he closed the fucking curtains in my damn face just when my sweet little Emma was going to cum. For me. I knew he was torturing her, so I had recorded everything and watched it until my camera battery died when he fucked her.

It’s okay. I will prove it to her as soon as I take her away and keep her with me in our home. I will prove how she was being brainwashed by everyone around her and that only I could save her, protect her, and keep her satisfied. No one but me.

Sitting in the car, I waited until dawn arrived. But they still didn’t walk out of the stupid sex club of Damon. I wonder how he would react if he knew his sister was being seduced by her own bodyguard. Or how her school would react…

No. I had to think rationally—

A thump from the back of my car made me sigh. “Stop it,” I said, clenching my teeth. Another thump. “Goddamn, stop it!” I yelled, but the shithead kept moving and kicking around.

I glared at the road ahead and started driving to the home that I had purchased for me and Emma. We would live there forever. It had everything she needed and more.

Stopping my car in the garage, I turned on the dim light and opened the trunk.

The man’s eyes turned wide and he started shaking his head, trying to get away from me. I chuckled and dragged him out. He was a fat fuck and weighed a ton, so I didn’t care when I kept dragging him from the garage to my favorite part of our home—the basement.

I had used duct tape on his mouth and ropes on his wrists and ankles. His muffled screams just made me laugh louder as I dropped his deadweight inside the small little prison I had made with iron bars. It was for my lovely Emma, of course. It had a nice pink bed, a small table so she can do her makeup and a small space from where I could give her a plate.

I didn’t like that she had gained so much weight and because I loved her so much, I’d keep her on a proper diet for a few days when she arrives at our home. I was even willing to make love to her on her tiny bed if she wants it, because I was a nice guy. When she looks perfect, like she did before, I’ll let her out and show her our special bedroom.

“Look, I don’t usually do this, you see,” I said to the lawyer, his suit dirty and ripped up at places. I may or may not have been a little rough when I jumped him when he was alone. “But I have to do this.”

His muffled shouts became louder with each step I took closer to him. The air was a bit stale in the basement as it didn’t have any ventilation, but I was going to keep a cooler for my little Emma when she arrives here. Lincoln, the dirty ass lawyer, bumped into the table I had prepared for my love and dropped a small tray of makeup.

“What the fuck?” I glared at him and picked up the pink palette. “You broke it! Do you fucking know how expensive this shit is?” I screamed at him and pulled off his duct tape.

“Please! Stop! What do you want? I’ve lots of money, please.” The fucker was already sobbing, his face flushed and turning sweaty.

“Jesus Christ, stop fucking crying.” I pulled out a knife, and he quickly stopped. “I don’t want money.”

“T-then? Stocks? Please don’t kill me. Let me go. I don’t even know you!”

“Stop. Shouting.” I pressed the tip of the sharp blade on his lips and made a face. “You’re such a disgusting little pig. I have money and stocks. The only thing I want…”

“Please! I’ll help you get anything you want. Just let me go.”

He looked so pathetic, sobbing and making my lovely Emma’s room dirty by being in it. He shouldn’t be here.

“What I want is Emma,” I said to him and lowered the knife to his stomach. “And I heard her crying today. Saw it. Saw how scared she was when she was around you and how you treated her.”

His eyes were wide with fear as he shook his head, “It’s not what you think it is—please!”

I pushed the knife into him and blood poured out as he screamed. “Shh, it’s okay. No one’s going to hear you here. It’s soundproof.” I twisted the knife and continued, “This is why I want to keep her safe and protect her, you know? I mean, if I keep her out there in the world, old creep like you will keep molesting her.”

“Please, stop! I didn’t—I didn’t.”

I laughed, “Sure. You didn’t molest her. Just touched her shoulder when she was fourteen and said how pretty her pussy would look in your dirty little hands, hm?”

His face turned into horror. “How do you know?”

I leaned in closer and smirked. “Because I was there when you did it, Lincoln. I was watching when she started crying and ran out of the same study room where that bitch’s will was announced.” I pulled out the knife, making a face when it came out all bloody. “You have guts, I should tell you that, but you’re dumb. If you wanted to have her, you should have locked the door. But that would mean you would die afterwards because little Emma belongs to me. And no one else.” I said, slitting his throat as he choked, shaking in his tied-up ropes.

I watched the life bleed out of his eyes and smiled. Standing up, I wiped the knife on his suit and took a few pictures of him. This would make good news.

But first… I need to remind little Emma who she belongs to.

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