Betrayal by love-Chapter 6 - : We are not kids, We’re Bodyguard’s

"How was your day, Nate? Anything interesting?" his assistant asked with curiosity on the phone.

Nate's gaze flicked back down to Evangeline before he answered. "It was good. By the way, why didn't you tell me Kim was coming here?" He questioned, clearly upset.

"Your dad appointed him, Nate."

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"He's here for your safety and to handle business matters. If the Winter family finds out about you, Kim is the backup. He knows everything," the assistant encouraged.

"Wait... What? Do you think I'm going to mess up Dad's plan?" his eyes narrowed.

"I mean...." His assistant opened his mouth, but Nate interrupted, "That's not happening!" His tone shifted to one of fury.

"Relax...., Nate. Kim's on your side. He's here to help, not interfere. Trust me, he's a great asset. Don't overthink it," he reassured him gently.

"Fine. But this makes me disappointed," Nate replied, his irritation with his father's decision evident.

"Don't worry, Kim's got your back," he iterated, "Treat him like a friend; you need a good friend sometimes."

At that moment, Kim interrupted their conversation and signaled Nate to leave. Nate nodded to him to wait and, before ending the call, said, "Fine. Whatever Dad says it has some meaning."

"That's my boy," he encouraged him.

"Okay, Nick, I have to go," he ended the call, and both left the college building.

The car door clicked shut with a soft sound as Evangeline settled into the plush leather seat. The familiar scent of new leather and subtle lavender air freshener enveloped her as her bodyguards took their positions.

"How was your day, mam? Did everything go smoothly?" Michael asked, his usual formality replaced with a more relaxed tone.

"Did anyone cause trouble, ma'am?" Christopher, one of the bodyguards, asked.

Evangeline rolled her eyes, and let out a dramatic sigh, her head falling back against the headrest. "Are you serious?"

"Um.... Do I look like I'm in my forties or fifties? No, right?"

"Please stop with the formal tone. It's exhausting every time. Just call me Eve or Evangeline"

Christopher straightened slightly. "Apologies, ma'am...sorry, Evangeline," he corrected himself quickly. "We were assigned two weeks ago. If you'd prefer, we can adjust our tone moving forward."

A small smile twitched on her lips. "Thank you, Chris. I appreciate it. You two seem to catch on quickly. The last team didn't..." Her voice carried a hint of something darker, leaving the unspoken story hanging in the air, "One day I will share about them"

Christopher and Michael exchanged puzzled glances; their confusion was evident. "What had the previous bodyguards done wrong?"

The rest of the ride continued in contemplative silence, and Evangeline in the back seat watched the city blur past her window, her mind elsewhere.

After arriving home, "We reached home," Micheal said, standing outside the car and opening her door. Evangeline came out of the car and hummed a cheerful tune, pausing at the front door when she noticed it was ajar. Her brows furrowed, and her heartbeat quickened. The quiet evening suddenly felt heavy with unease.

She turned to them, her eyes wide, "Guys, the doors are already opened."

"We can deal with it, Evangeline; you can take a rest inside the car," Chris said seriously, straightening his whole body.

"Rest? Why?" Evangeline scoffed, flipping her hair back. "I'm the only one who knows the layout of this house. So, it's easy to catch him, right?"

Chris and Michael exchanged a look.

"I have a weapon!" Evangeline declared, opening her bag. "Chris, Michael, it's time. Grab your weapons," she whispered dramatically, handing them their tools.

She gave Chris a pair of scissors. "You can use this if that thief attacks me, got it.....? We have to prove scissors aren't just for cutting paper." Her voice was serious.

Chris nodded, his eyes showing clear confusion as he scanned the harmless-looking scissors in his hand. What is this, is this weapon going to attack the thief, I was trained for bodyguards but she treated me like a kid, Chris thought.

Micheal laughing at the corner of his mouth, raised an eyebrow at Chris, discreetly patting the Glock beneath his jacket.

Next, "This for you, it's not that big, but we'll make it work, okay?", she handed Michael a knife.

Chris held his laugh, speaking with his eyes, my weapon is better than you idiot.

Finally, she picked up a ruler for herself, holding it like a sword and striking a dramatic pose. Her eyes gleamed with determination.

"We're ready to attack. I'll go in first—follow my lead!"

They stayed still in the same place. She turned and counted her steps without glancing back. Chris and Michael glanced at each other, their minds telling them, "Now I understand why the previous bodyguards ran away."

Evangeline tightened her grip on the ruler and signaled with her eyes. "Ready. One, two, three... go!" she said, running soundly toward the person sitting in the hall.

"Welcome home, Sissy," a familiar voice greeted.

Chris held his laugh, speaking with his eyes, my weapon is better than you idiot.

Finally, she picked up a ruler for herself, holding it like a sword and striking a dramatic pose. Her eyes gleamed with determination.

"We're ready to attack. I'll go in first—follow my lead!"

They stayed still in the same place. She turned and counted her steps without glancing back. Chris and Michael glanced at each other, their minds telling them, "Now I understand why the previous bodyguards ran away."

Evangeline tightened her grip on the ruler and signaled with her eyes. "Ready. One, two, three... go!" she said, running soundly toward the person sitting in the hall.

"Welcome home, Sissy," a familiar voice greeted.

Evangeline froze for a second; her ruler fell from her hands, her gaze snapping to the couch where her brother, Max, sat casually with a book in hand, an amused smirk on his face.

"Shit! You scared me, you idiot. What are you doing here, Max?" she demanded, exasperated.

Max chuckled, closing his book and walking toward her near her face. "Didn't our parents teach you to respect your elders? Um! "

"I haven't seen you in about a month, I just felt like a missing sister, so I just want to check on you," he said in a deep voice.

Missing me, my ass, her lips twisted into a tight-lipped smirk, barely concealing her irritation. She knew her father was keeping close tabs on her these days, and Max was always a good liar when he needed to be. I can't blame him, though. He is my brother, Evangeline thought.

She returned his grin, schooling her features. "It's good to see you, Max."

"Don't worry, little sis. I'm not staying long. I'll drop by every week or two, depending on my schedule," he said with a grin.

She let out a relieved sigh, a genuine smile spreading across her lips. Thank goodness! That was the best news she had heard all year, she thought.

Max chuckled. " Anyway, I've got a business trip tomorrow, so I'm heading out now."

Evangeline hugged him tightly, her expression softening. "Okay, bro. I'll miss you," she said, her voice warm.

Max hugged her back gently. "Be a good girl, Eve," he said, his tone affectionate. She nodded.

As Max reached the door, he turned to the bodyguards, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Good luck, guys," he said. Christopher and Michael exchanged puzzled glances.

That evening, just before sunset, the bar throbbed with music and flashing lights. Nate, in a black suit, stood at a reserved table, a drink in his hand, an elegant smile playing on his lips as he spoke with an older man, also sharply dressed.

Kim approached. "Nate, you have a call. It's your dad."

Nate excused himself and answered the phone. "Yes, Dad?" he said, his voice instantly professional.

His father's voice was steady. "I've reviewed all the documents. You need to sign the contract; it's a $10 billion deal."

"Understood, Dad," Nate replied, his tone unchanging.

He hung up, the weight of the $10 billion deal settling on his shoulders. He returned to the table, the contract lying open before him. He scanned the pages, his eyes lingering on a few key clauses.

He picked up his pen, a moment of hesitation before he signed. The signature felt final, binding. He capped his pen and returned to his conversation with David.

As Nate returned to his conversation, David's phone buzzed insistently. The screen flashed a name: Ethan Winters. Nate paused mid-sentence, his gaze flicking to David's phone. Ethan Winters. The name echoed in his mind. What was the connection?

David glanced at the screen, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. He answered briefly, his voice low. "Yes, Mr. Winters..." He listened for a moment, then replied, "I'll let him know." He ended the call and turned to Nate. "Everything in order, Nate?"

"Yes, David, "he said signing his last paper.

After, he handled every document and file. David left the place.

Across the bar, a figure in a black hoodie lurked in the shadows. They raised a camera, adjusting the angle.

Click. Click.

The figure snapped photos of Nate, their face hidden by the hood. Satisfied, they sent the photos to an unknown number and then slipped away into the night.