Page 74 of The Bodyguard

Lies. I do, but I hate that he thinks he can touch Savannah and worse, that she’s letting him.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I say, taking a few steps away and crossing my arms.

Savannah sits down and sneers at me, then claps her hands. “More champagne.”

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TWO HOURS LATER we leave. Instead of going separate ways, Nick insists he walk Savannah back to her hotel room.

Which is my job.

But that’s not the point. Instead of climbing into the bullet-fucking-proof vehicles, she’s looped her arm through his and they’re wandering along the streets of Manhattan, causing a huge stir.

Savannah Sinclair and Nick Marciano.

Nick’s guard and I share frustrated looks, then do our best to keep them safe while fans surround them and ask for photos and autographs.

It begins to get out of hand.

“Savannah. We’re not equipped for this. We need four more men.” I lean into her ear. “I can’t protect you out here.”

She should have fucking warned me. I have two BHS men in New York, but they are in their hotel rooms because we didn’t need them.

I could call for backup but I’m hoping she will get in the damn car.

“Please stand back. Get back.” I hear Nick’s guard grunting.

Nick sends a smirk this way. “You’ve got this. Right, big man?”

I don’t react.

If this cunt thinks he can rattle me when I’ve seen things that would make his little manicured toes curl, he’s got another thing coming.

The crowd continues to get bigger and out of control, despite it being almost midnight. But this is the city that never sleeps.

Nick leans in and kisses Savannah’s cheek for a photo and I’m done.

I wave out to the driver, and he climbs out and opens the door while I nudge Nick out of the way and lift Savannah over my shoulder.

“What are you doing?” she cries, wrapping her arms around my neck as I carry her to the car.

That’s more like it.

“The hell man!” Nick follows.

“Get in.” I say, and his guard physically pushes him as people close in on us.

“Fucking hell.” The guy grunts and I slap his back.

“Good job, man. See you back at the hotel.” I say and he climbs into Nick's vehicle, giving me a nod.

Nick and Savannah settle into the back like two drunk teenagers, and the last thing I see before closing the door is Nick wrapping his arm around her.

I’m going to kill him.

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SAVANNAH

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