the bodyguard

✨Andi✨

Alo or Magalo Martinez was like a leech when he wanted something. I tried to leave him at the airport in Rio de Janeiro but somehow, he found a way inside the plane when I locked him at the men's bathroom. He shoved eleven guys who unintentionally bumped into me inside the plane.

Girls were giving me weird glances though, no one can blame them, Alo was a good-looking guy. He has that Mexican telenovela actor vibe on him. Dangerous when angered and sweet when he looks at me.

"Don't make me regret not killing you" I groaned when he was about to shoot a guy at LAX when he beat me to the cab.

Alo huffed "I'm merely doing my job señorita."

"And what is that exactly" the sarcasm in my voice was epic.

"Keeping you safe" he murmured as a matter of fact.

The cab arrived and I slid on the back seat while he sat on the passenger side, asking the poor driver for his ID while Alo held his .357 Magnum against the guy's temple.

"Alo. Stop threatening our driver" I warned. He looked at me from the rearview mirror as if I was crazy.

"He could be kidnapping you señorita" he explained plainly.

The driver shakes his head. "I would never do that Miss. My wife is pregnant with our third and is due next month. Please, I want to live."

"Don't worry, he won't kill you. Just focus on the road" with a shaky hand, he started the car and drove off.

Alo was still glaring at the guy. I closed my eyes for a bit, I haven't slept properly since Siberia and maybe Alo being here can look out for me while I take a short nap.

When I opened my eyes, I was feeling a little better. My muscle's soreness was gone and the heaviness on my temple was not there anymore. I opened my eyes and realized that I was inside a room. A pretty luxurious suite. Dark beige curtains drape the ceiling-high glass walls, a 32 inches television decorate one side of the light mahogany painted walls, and the bed, oh how comfy it was. It was hard to leave this king-size bed I was sleeping in.

The smell of Chicken Quesadillas and Guacamole was making my stomach grumble like thunder on a storm. I peeked outside the room and found Alo in the pristine kitchen, whistling while he moved gracefully.

"Good evening señorita" he smiled as he moved a plate towards me. "Sleep okay?"

I nod as I sat. He was a really good cook. I finished all the food he prepared for me and took the glass of wine he passed. "I received info about Médico" he stated. "He's in the city to meet a client at a club tonight."

My trust in Alo's words is not enough for me to believe what he was saying. Although I saw how he acted around me, it still could be a trap.

At eight in the evening, I was dressed to go clubbing in a faded black off-shoulder bodycon dress and strappy black heels. I dyed my hair red which will stand out in the sea of a crowded club later.

Alo was shamelessly gawking at me as I walked out of my room. "My, my. What a sabroso body you got señorita."

"I am gonna pretend I didn't hear you just say that Alo" I snorted.

He smirked "may I?" he offered his arms to me. I was hesitant but still clung onto his bicep. His spicy pine scent invaded my senses and as we passed by the lobby, girls were literally drooling over Alo. Can't blame them, his masculine features were enhanced by his black fitted jeans and light blue dress shirt rolled up to his elbow and left three buttons open to show his toned chest.

"Aren't we a lovely pair señorita?" he beamed as he opened the cab door for me.

I rolled my eyes at his cockiness "in your dreams."

"Oh you don't know what's in my dreams hermosa" he smirked, glaring at the cab driver. Not again, please.

We arrived at the club thirty minutes later, Alo secured my arms on his bicep as we passed through security with just a nod from him. Sanchez owns this club and as much as I hated to be seen with a man, I needed his presence to evade the security.

We headed for the VIP lounge where we would be waiting for Médico to arrive. Alo handed me a glass of bourbon while we made light conversation about this and that. Nothing too deep and personal like I wanted.

"Care to dance señorita?"

"I actually do care, Alo" I rolled my eyes at him.

He chuckled "Médico is here." He pointed to a guy with dirty blond hair who was grinding his manhood over a wasted redhead at the crowded dance floor.

"Is that him?" Alo nods. "He seems…"

"Young?" he completed my sentence "he has a 220 IQ señorita and doesn't even have a license to practice. Maro found him on the streets of Brazil, selling liquid coke when he was seven and took him in."

"And I'm hearing this just now?"

"You never asked. I was the only one talking since Rio señorita."

I groaned letting Alo guide me on the dance floor. He wrapped his arms around my waist while mine rested on his chest. We danced senseless like wasted teenagers. Sweat dripping on my neck as Alo kissed his way up my ears. "He has his eyes on you señorita" I moaned when he nibbled my earlobes, taking it in between his teeth.

"Don't enjoy yourself too much" I warned him, he just chuckled while turning me around, my back against him, his hands resting on my hips as I locked eyes with my target.

"It's a win-win señorita" he lowered his hands on my thighs, my hand snaked on his neck, putting enough pressure to wake him up.

"Try it and you won't see the sun shining again" Alo stopped dancing and threw his head back laughing.

"I could never do that to you señorita. All I'm doing is teasing that blond who's gawking at you" he pulled me by my waist again, his thumb rubbing circles over the fabric of my dress. "But if you ask me to, I would gladly do so mi hermosa."

"Whatever" I pulled away from him when I saw Médico advancing to us. He offered his hand to me and I left Alo just like we planned.

My target pulled me roughly towards his body, he smelled of coke, alcohol, and smoke as he licked my sweaty neck. Fúcking gross. I was about to pull away from him when a sharp sting hit my neck. This fúcker had the nerve to drug me. Alo's eyes widened but I gave him a warning glare not to interfere.

I felt the adrenaline rushed, excitement draw me in. He probably injected me with GHB. I felt lust drew me in and I turned around, locking my lips with his. His lips were surprisingly soft, but the more I taste of him, the more I felt gross over my lips. My hands went under his shirt, feeling his toned muscles and the gun on his waistband. His hands were all over me and I was thankful for the drugs he gave, it made his touch bearable.

"Get your hands off of her" I stiffened at hearing that familiar deep raspy voice. I knew I was good at controlling myself and imagination over these kinds of drugs, I was trained for this but why was I hearing Yuri?

Médico seemed to be oblivious of what I was hearing because he trailed kisses on my neck, his hands cupping my arse, kneading them in a sensual way. My dance partner was roughly pulled away from me and I was faced by a very furious Yuri.

"What the fúck do you think you're doing?!"

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