Her protector indepthted to the mafia boss

I stood in front of the mirror and admired my hot body. I knew how crazy my body drove men but there was only one man I wanted to be crazy about, my bodyguard Mark.

I didn't know at what point I'd gone and fallen in love with him, it had happened slowly, over an extended period of time.

I guess it had always been inevitable. I spent more time and saw him more than any other man.

Falling for him wasn't the problem though. The problem was that he had zero interest in me. I don't think the man even saw me as anything more than the child he had been tasked to guard.

Which was a problem when all I could think about when I looked at him was his hands all over my body.

Mark was just too upright for his own good. If it were any other man, I'd be the one fending off their advances.

Why did I get myself fallen for the most stubborn, unattainable man on the planet?

I had tried everything I could to get him to see me as a woman.

Seducing him hadn't worked, and the one time I had purposely fallen into the pool in a thin white shirt without a stitch of underwear on, he had just averted his eyes and handed me a towel.

It was infuriating when the man you loved so much was always around but you couldn't have him.

I wouldn't wish this fate on my worst enemy.

But I had a plan.

I was going to make my move tonight at the club, find out once and for all where I stood with Mark and if he truly wasn't interested, not because I was a job to him but because he just didn't like me, then I'd find a way to move on. But then again, what was there not to like about me ?.

I was young, stunning, hot, rich. I was the whole package and extra. It would be his loss if he wasn't interested.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. The dress I had on clung to every curve on my body and the white color looked wonderful against my summer tanned skin. If things worked out well tonight, hopefully this dress would end up torn off my body by my gorgeous bodyguard.

The thought made me shiver in delight.

I applied more lipstick on my lips and walked out of the room. Mark was standing at the bottom of the stairs, looking up at me, as hot and as drop dead gorgeous as usual.

He looked like one of those billboard underwear models, tall, fit and so enticing. I bit my lips seductively and put more sway to my hips as I descended, enjoying the way his eyes tracked down my body before meeting mine.

Sometimes, I hated Mark because I was sure that he wanted me as much as I did him.

It was just his damn morals keeping him from making a move. Damn him and his morals.

We walked out to the parking lot and Mark held the car door open for me.

I entered the car and sat down while he took his position at the driver's seat. A moment later, the car purred to life and pulled away from the lot.

I could not help but stare at him throughout the journey to the club, there was something so domineering and visceral about him that drove me crazy.

Sometimes, I just wanted him to do absolutely depraved things to me. I could not help but fantasize about him and me, together in bed, his large body covering mine while I writhed beneath him. Heat pooled in my belly at the thought.

I didn't even realize that Mark had been calling my name, too lost in my reverie until I felt a strong hand touch my arm, a spark ran though my body at the innocent contact.

"We are here." He said. "stay put." Then he walked around to unbuckle my seatbelt and hold the car door open for me.

As I alighted, his voice gave me pause. "What were you thinking about?"

"You might not want to know that"

"I'd been calling your name for a while, you can tell me if something is bothering you" his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

"I was just daydreaming, c'mon let's go inside."

" Ti.. "

"I'm okay, Mark." It had been a lot of work to convince him to call me by my name, before I had made a huge fuss about it, it had been "Miss Temper" this and "Miss Temper" that.

I made sure to sway my hips as much as I could as I walked ahead of him into the club. I was using every weapon in my arsenal and hopefully by the end of the night, it'd have paid off.

We entered the club and we were welcomed with loud music and cheerful screams, I walked up to my friends while Mark went to sit at the bar while watching over me closely and possessively.

I was chatting and drinking happily with my friends when some guy walked over to me.

"May I dance with you?"

"Of course, cutie."

We made our way to the dance floor. We had barely begun dancing when I looked across the room and saw some bitch clinging to Mark.

This was not the first time something like this was happening, I mean I understood the women who threw themselves at him, Mark was lethally beautiful but he was mine. I felt a bit relieved when I saw that Mark hadn't taken his eyes off me even though the woman was all but rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I threw off the hands on my hip and made my way to where Mark was.

"Hey, baby." I flung my arms around him and hip checked the woman.

She spluttered. "Who are you?" I swept my eyes down her cheap dress, knocked off heels and damaged hair.

"His girl." I said. "Who are you?"

She looked between me and Mark then huffed and stomped off angrily. Good riddance. I turned to glare at Mark.

"What the fuck was that?"

"Did you have fun dancing?" he asked.

Was this some kind of payback or what? I had suddenly lost my zeal to be here. "Let's just go home." I pouted.

Telling the girls that I was leaving turned into another round of drinks and by the time I got back to Mark's side, I was feeling a bit tipsy. He immediately wrapped his hands around my waist to keep me steady as we exited the club.

As we got to where the car was parked, I suddenly threw myself at Mark, my mouth covering his. I felt his body go still momentarily before he pushed me off him, holding me away.

"Ti-"

"No. Don't lie to me. Don't tell me you don't want this. I've seen the way you look at me. You want me as much as I want you."

"Tiffany, please."

"Please what? Isn't this what we both want? I want you Mark. I've wanted you for so long. I-"

"You can't."

"Don't tell me what I can or cannot do." I snapped as I stared at him with my glassy eyes.

"You're drunk."

"It doesn't change what I feel."

"Yes, it does. Get in the car. You need water and sleep and tomorrow we'll forget this ever happened. I'll never bring it up. I promise."

My eyes welled up. "I don't want to forget. Don't you get it. I couldn't even forget if I tried. Don't you want me, Mark?"

"No, I don't. I'm sorry miss."

I was heartbroken beyond words when he said that he does not want me.

I ran out of his sight and went to sit in a silent and dark corner in the club to cry my eyes out. I could not help but feel my heart wrench as I cried.

I imagined all the adoring looks he gave me? No, I was sure that I had seen him stare at me with heat in his eyes. I could bet all the diamonds in my safe that he wanted me.

I heard the sound of approaching footsteps and I quickly wiped my eyes.

"Mark, just let me be"

He tapped my shoulder. With a sigh, I looked over my shoulder at him.

My eyes went wide.

That wasn't Mark.

A handkerchief was pressed over my face and I tried to scream but it came out muffled. My head began to swim and everything went blurry for a second before the world went black.

I smiled darkly when I saw her bodyguard drive her out of her father's mansion to the club as usual.

I imagined how boring it would be to be her bodyguard.

All she ever did was to go clubbing , shopping and to brunch with friends.

I'd been following Tiffany for close to a week now, and not even the bodyguard was aware,

I couldn't blame him though. I had years of training in this.

I followed the car carefully and patiently, making sure to keep a bit of a distance to avoid being noticed.

Today was the final day the boss had given me to get the girl. I didn't know what he wanted and I honestly didn't care.

This was a job to me, nothing more.

The Don's orders were to kidnap her and keep her locked up in one of the Mafia safe houses till he gave me further instructions.

I pulled my car over a short distance away when I saw that they had stopped.

I watched from across the club parking lot as the bodyguard stepped out and opened her door for her, she stepped out after a while.

I couldn't hear their conversation from over here, but I was oddly curious about it.

I brushed my curiosity away in favor of staring at Tiffany.

The first thing I had thought when I had seen her picture was how stunning she was. It turned out that the pictures didn't do her justice.

Long brown hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, the white dress clinging to her figure. She was the very picture of a siren, and she knew it.

With the way men flicked around her and openly drooled over her, there was no way she didn't know how fucking appealing she was.

I relaxed my jaw when I noticed I had been grinding my teeth.

Something about other men even looking at her made me irrationally angry.

I watched her walk into the club in that slow, seductive stride that she had perfected. I revised my earlier thought about how boring being her bodyguard would be. The view he got to watch every day was definitely worth it.

I followed them into the club, pulling my hat over my head to hide my face. My plan was to wait for either of them to use the bathroom, preferably Tiffany, so I could grab her and get us out through the back alley exit.

I took a seat on the furthest part of the bar, making sure I was hidden by shadows. I dug out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, lighting one up as I bided my time.

I almost fucked up the whole mission when some asshole pulled her out to the dance floor and put his filthy hands all over her. I was very close to going out there and starting a fight.

A glance at the bodyguard revealed a look of pain and jealousy as he watched his charge with someone else.

"Bravissimo." I whispered. Good for the girl. It was obvious she had feelings for the guard and she was actively trying to elicit a reaction from him.

I blew out smoke as I watched the drama unfold.

The bartender slid a glass of whiskey towards me with a salacious wink. I smirked at her and looked away.

I unfortunately wasn't interested in her, Tiffany and her bodyguard holding my entire interest at the moment. I left the drink untouched as I watched Tiffany walk up to her bodyguard, who had some girl hanging off his arms, with her eyes filled with murderous rage.

I grinned when Tiffany staked her claim over the bodyguard and sent the intruder stomping away.

Good girl.

They walked out together shortly after and I followed after them. I had a small window of opportunity to grab the girl. It was now or never. It seemed I'd have no choice but to knock the bodyguard out and take her.

I was surprised when I walked out and saw them kissing. On closer inspection, Tiffany was the one doing the kissing because a second later, Mark peeled her away from his body.

I saw a lot of emotions in his eyes, they were fucking clear. I knew that he was holding onto his control by a thread. This was the best time to make my move, now that they were distracted.

I moved closer to them with the intention when Tiffany suddenly spun around and ran off. I melted back into the shadows to avoid discovery as she ran past me.

Perfect.

My smile was wide and satisfied as I went after her. I had been angry when I had seen her eyes shimmering with tears as she stared up at the bodyguard. I had the urge to go out there and hit him for making her cry. I was surprised at my own emotions, I mentally reminded myself that she was just a job. She was none of my business.

They were none of my business.

"Bravissimo, I just hope that stronzo won't go after her." I muttered to myself as I followed after her.

I found it hard to believe that they had made my job so much easier. I would have loved to bash the bodyguard's head against the nearest surface, but the Don's orders had been minimal violence. He had specified that I shouldn't use violence at all if possible. The intention was to make it look like she had run away, I guessed.

I saw her sitting on the dirty alley floor, knees pulled up to her chest, heart wrenching sobs racking her small body. I knew I was a monster at that moment when all I could think about was how the position she was in had caused her dress to ride up, exposing the light pink panties she had on.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard her burst into more tears, I brought out the injection and handkerchief in my pocket. Pouring the contents of the bottle into the fabric, I approached her silently.

"Mark, just let me be," I grinned. She was in for a surprise.

When I was close enough, I tapped her shoulder. As soon as she raised her head to look at me, I covered her nose with the handkerchief.

She tried to struggle of course, but I held the cloth over her nose till she went limp in my arms. Then, I lifted her, bridal style and carried her back to my black Jaguar.

I dropped her in the back seat and looked over at her bodyguard who was still sitting in the driver's seat of his car, face etched with misery.

I was tempted to reveal myself to him, but on second thought, I got into the car and burned rubber out of the parking lot.

By the time Mark noticed that Tiffany was missing, we'd be long gone.

I liked to think that I'd have remembered everything Mark taught me on what to do in case of an emergency if I hadn't been out cold.

It took me exactly one minute after I woke up to realize that I wasn't in my oversized four poster bed in my penthouse apartment.

The bed I woke up in was a full size bed. I'd last slept on a bed this small in my college days.

The mattress was also way too firm to make for a good sleep.

I sat up in a rush and regretted it instantly.

My head hurt like a bitch and my vision went spotty for a bit.

I groaned.

What !. What ! Someone had drugged me and dumped me here. The question was why?

The last thing I remembered was feeling like a damn fool about being rejected by Mark and running off to lick my wounds in private.

After that, everything else was a blur. I was supposed to be worried about myself, who knew what the sick psycho who had abducted me wanted? And yet the only thing I could think about was how worried Mark was going to be. I bit off a curse. I couldn't believe myself.

I was thinking about that asshole even after I offered my heart on a platter of gold to him and he thrown it down and stomped all over it.

"Good, you're awake." My head shot up at the accented voice that had spoken.

The man that stood at the door was tall and imposing. Dark hair was slicked back from his head, the top cut longer than the sides. His eyes were deep brown pools that were regarding me blankly.

A scar cut across his left brow, giving him a roguish look. It didn't detract from his beauty in any way. It was safe to say that this was one of the most good-looking men I'd ever seen. He had the facial structure of a GQ model. High cheekbones, strong jaw framed by a five o'clock shadow, aquiline nose and a full mouth.

Tattoos peeked out the neck and sleeves of the dark grey t-shirt he had on. I tore my eyes away from him quickly, disturbed by the way I was ogling him.

It was the first time I was taking note of the room I was in. It was painfully bare. Except from the bed, an ugly oversized couch at one end and a wardrobe, there was nothing else in the room.

"Who are you? You'd better get me home before Mark finds you." I snapped.

His eyebrows shot up. "I'm not gonna hurt you principessina."

I scoffed.

"If you cooperate of course." He added.

"Cooperate? Sorry, I don't cooperate with criminals."

"I'm not going to hurt you. I've said this before. I've been assigned to keep you here till señor Temper keeps his part of the deal."

"What deal?" And most importantly, since when did my father start making 'deals' with criminals.

"That is not important."

"And what exactly does cooperation entail?"

"I tell you to eat, you eat. I tell you to go to bed, you go to bed."

Anger boiled my blood. Nobody had ordered me to go to bed since I was five. I was definitely not going to take orders from a henchman.

"And what do you expect me to do from sunup to sunset? Stare at the walls? I'll go crazy. You might not know this, but I loathe being idle."

"It's none of my business. Be grateful that I'm not keeping you tied to the bed and giving you fifteen minute bathroom breaks." He said.

"When you go to bed tonight, pray to whatever God you serve that you didn't leave any trial for Mark to follow. I'll to be such fun to watch Mark break your hands for laying them on me." I snarled. I didn't even know whether I was making empty threats. I'd never been napped or targeted in my life. I didn't even know why Charlie kept on shelling out a boatload of cash to pay for a security detail.

Nothing exciting ever happened to me. But, I guess there was a first time for everything. I couldn't say I was a fan though. I'd rather go back to pining after the most elusive man in the world.

But Mark was protective of me. Madly over protective to be honest. For god sake the man counted how many shots I drank when we were out and cut me off at exactly ten like the party pooper he was.

We both knew that he was going past his duty as my bodyguard but neither of us ever addressed it.

So it wasn't a stretch to imagine that Mark wouldn't treat this man who had drugged me and taken me to a place unknown to a friendly brunch.

I was disappointed by the tattoo guy's lack of reaction to my threat.

"I'm sure Mark would harm me adequately once he's done thinking about how to pretend you never threw yourself at him and notices you're missing." He smirked.

It was the first hint of expression I had seen on his face and I wanted to slap it off him so bad. I couldn't believe he had seen that embarrassing display. How long exactly had this bastard been following us?

All the anger bled out of me. I blinked back the tears that were pooling in my eyes. No way was I letting this A-hole see me cry.

It was too late for that judging by the way his expression went from cocky to pained, his eyes searching mine.

"Coffee? I'll go-uhm-" and then left the room. Maybe Mark wasn't looking for me. Maybe he was glad I was gone. Maybe he was taking his sweet time, glad to get rid of me.

The thought ached.

I shook off the thought.

What did the tattooed baddie know about me and Mark? The man was so damn noble and loyal.

He took his duty more seriously than anyone ever should. I was sure he was combing through every grain of sand in search of me.

Even though I was pissed that I'd let Mr. Dark, dangerous and tall's words affect me, I had also realized something.

The over six feet tall man couldn't handle seeing a woman cry. I smirked.

Well, well, well.

Would you look at that?