Chapter Two — Michael.
I rake a hand through my messy hair and tuck my knife into the strap at my ankle, concealing it with the leg of my trousers and then walk over to the closet to grab a tie.
It's been barely fifteen hours since I've moved into the guest apartment at the Hendersons. The place was a massive mansion in my opinion and there are two other bodyguards hired to cover the rest of the family but they mostly stay the night out with their families closeby.
The guest apartment is just a stone throw from the main house but was still private in all aspects. Normally, I don't move into the house owned by my employers but Mariah told me that I had to repay her for all she's done for me and this was the only way possible.
I was raised in Russia though I don't recall my town or villa
