THE GUARDIAN’S CONFESSION
The drive back was seventeen excrutiating long minutes.
Seventeen minutes holding my breathe and of Marco breaking every traffic law. Running through traffic lights. Weaving through traffic and constantly horning. Dante on the phone with security. Me...
Me replaying every moment. Every interaction with Ghost over seven years.
The way he’d appeared in Lagos. Right after the attempted assassination. Right when I’d needed protection most.
“I can help you. Keep you safe. No questions asked.”
The way he’d insisted on staying. On becoming Luca’s shadow.
“Let me do this. Let me protect your son.”
The way he’d known things. Too many things. About threats before they materialized. About safe routes before I planned them.
“Trust me. I’ll always keep him safe.”
Sev
