THE BODYGUARD

CHAPTER FIVE

Marcus's POV

After that day, I didn't get the chance to go see Sebastene at the hospital again.

There'd been another shootout involving our security personnel and my father's opponent.

At this point, I was genuinely convinced that whoever my father angered, the one who was raising all this dust, was a Mafia lord or something. They simply never gave up.

It was after this that my father was convinced that his opponent had an intel on the inside, so he did a pruning process, where the majority of the security personnel were screened and fired. I guess it became obvious to him that there was no strength in numbers after all.

Now I'm stuck with Alfred—a huge man who used to be my mother's bodyguard but was told to guide me for the day as we went to bring Sebastene home. That was the only way I could leave the house.

Alfred scanned the perimeter before leading me down the corridor to Sebastene's room. She was already packed. How? This woman was surprising.

"You people are late. Pick the boxes. Something is off." She didn't even look at me. Ouch.

"Well, good morning to you... and oh, I've been doing great, thanks for asking."

She paused and stared at me with a dead expression, pushed by me, and started limping towards the door with her bags.

She hurriedly spoke in hushed tones with Alfred, and he left.

Without waiting, she waved me over and continued limping again towards the garage.

What the hell is wrong with this woman!

I rushed towards her and snatched two bags from her.

"You shouldn't be carrying these. You were hurt."

She didn't even spare me a glance.

"Thanks to a certain spoiled brat." That got me angry. So much for being a gentleman.

"I'm a reasonable—"

"Shush, Marcus." She wasn't even looking at me. I took two long strides towards her and spun her around to face me.

"Don't you dare shush me next time, Sebastene. I'm a man." She looked around the environment with urgency and then back at me.

"You're nineteen," she said flatly. "And biologically and realistically speaking—immature."

I'm sure at this point there was smoke coming out of my ears and my face was hot red in fury.

I stared at her, resisting the urge to strangle her with my hands—which would have been a bad bet.

I stood in place as she walked on a few steps, and then she turned to get me going. Then I saw her eyes widen and she dropped the bag and pulled out a gun, all in a fraction of a second.

She's going to shoot me now?!

I wasn't sure what to think, until she yelled, "Get down, Marcus!"

And then all hell was let loose. Shots rang out and Sebastene quickly moved and stood behind me, still shooting.

"Where did you get a gun?!" A very serious question.

"Marcus, I swear I'll leave you here to die if you don't get into that car and leave the driver's seat open for me."

Something in my heart told me she was capable of doing just that, so I ducked down and continued towards the car.

Just as I shut the door after getting in, a bullet shattered the glass. I ducked and opened the driver's side as Sebastene had instructed.

That was when I saw Alfred sprawled on the floor. Blood was dripping from his mouth, and he was propped up halfway on the car door next to ours.

I got into the driver's seat and attempted to drag him in, when all of a sudden Sebastene rushed to the side of the door, panting hard.

She kicked me in the hand, took one look at Alfred, and shook her head.

"Get in!" she yelled while shoving me.

"But Alfred—"

"He's dead! My God, Marcus, move!"

There was another shot coming from the direction where she was a few minutes ago. And then a bullet hit the window of the car next to ours, just a few centimeters away from Sebastene's head.

She squeezed my ass and pushed me hard, and I was now on the other seat. What the hell?

"That's a violation of—"

"SHUT. THE. f**k. UP. MARCUS!" she yelled.

Now she was pulling out of the garage and racing towards the highway.

The screeches from behind told us that we were being followed. Now my heart was pounding and I felt nervous.

I noticed she was wincing in pain with every move. Oh, boy. The way we were going, we would be caught any minute from now.

"Marcus, can you drive?" I rolled my eyes. What a question to ask.

"f*****g answer me, you—!"

"Yes! Yes! f*****g hell, I can drive. I'm a race—" She didn't even let me finish before she just took her hands off the wheel and struggled into the back seat. The car swerved uncontrollably.

"What the hell, Sebastene!" I hurried into the driver's seat and took the wheel, gaining control of the haywire car.

This woman is trying to get me killed, Lord.

"Don't drive home. Keep making turns." From the rearview mirror, I saw her loading a gun with bullets.

Seriously, where did all these guns come from!

Then she did the wildest thing that one only saw in movies.

Sebastene opened the back door, narrowly missing the front of a massive truck, stood with one leg on the door for support, and then she started to let bullets fly. Cars gave way as we sped by.

I turned back for a second when the road was clear for a few meters and watched her pull off this badass stunt.

We're gonna die on this f*****g highway.