Bodyguard My Heart (The Bodyguard #2)

Chapter 17

17

S amara

I sat on the floor of Demetrius’s basement, naked and cold from being stripped down to barely anything. My hands were tied behind my back, and I was chained to a concrete pole. I’d never been more terrified in my entire life.

“How long you think yo’ brother gon’ take?” Ashton questioned me from where he was sitting across the room. I stared at him. He knew I couldn’t answer because my mouth was taped shut. He kept asking about Royale. They seemed to be waiting on him to show up. I low-key hoped he didn’t. I didn’t want him getting hurt for the sake of me. That wasn’t an option, though. Royale, Polo, and Demetrius were all coming. It was embedded in their DNA to protect.

“Answer me!” Ashton’s voice thundered as he approached me. He removed the tie that was around my mouth.

“Fuck you!” I shouted as I released a wad of spit from my mouth.

“Bitch!” He jumped as the spit barely missed him and landed on the floor. He rushed me, wrapping his hand around my neck.

“That reminds me. I never got to bury my dick in that tight ass pussy.” He ran his hand over my body and down into my panties. Fear crippled me. He was going to rape me. I couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down my cheeks. As he removed my panties, a loud, blaring sound came through the speakers.

“Somebody’s at the front door.” The security system blared. I sighed in relief as he pulled away and headed toward the stairs. I glanced around. I needed to get out of here. I started wiggling to break the chains, but there was no use. I was stuck. Another alarm sounded in the house. This time, I knew it was Demetrius.

“Samara!” Royale called as he rounded the corner. Relief coated my body but was quickly replaced by fear. Julez was walking behind Royale with a gun pointed at his head.

“Not another fucking move!” Julez shouted. Royale stopped.

“Turn yo’ fucking ass around, brother. And do it slowly.”

Royale did what he was told.

“And slide me your gun.”

Royale hesitated momentarily before bending down and sliding his gun across the floor. Julez quickly grabbed it and pointed it at me.

“I take it you’re Julezua.”

“In the flesh. It’s nice to meet you finally, big brother. Pops talks about you a lot. How you broke his heart by not taking over the cartel.” He waved the gun at Royale. “Frankly, I’m tired of hearing it.”

“I’m just here for sis.” Royale threw his hands up in surrender.

“I know. You’re right on time.”

“Come on, bro, what are you trying to prove? Let sis go. We don’t want the cartel. It’s yours. Have at it.” Royale looked back at me.

“Oh, I’m gon’ have the cartel. That lil doctor’s office you have… All of it will be mine.” He neared us. “This knocking off my absent father and his spoiled rich kids is just a part of the revenge.”

My eyes widened hearing his plan. He wanted us dead.

“Why?” Royale questioned. He was stalling, probably allowing time for Demetrius and Polo to arrive.

“Y’all got the silver spoon. Got everything y’all wanted. It ain’t fair.” He turned to me.

“That little story he told you at the jail was bullshit. He told my mom to get an abortion. He gave her ten thousand dollars and told her never to show her face again. From there, she struggled from man to man. We were always moving. Never had nice clothes or shoes. Some days we ain’t have food to eat. We struggled while y’all lived the best life. Affording nice cars and fancy colleges and shit.”

I felt bad for him as he told us how our father had let him down.

“We didn’t live a perfect life. We had the same trash ass father as you,” Royale replied.

“But you had him! I had nothing!” Julez barked. “I will have it all, though. Get yo’ ass over there by your sister.”

Royale backed up slowly and joined me on the floor.

“I didn’t know today would be the day I would get the ultimate revenge. As we speak, our father is eating his last meal. I had one of the cafeteria workers lace it with poisoning. You know what’s sweet about it? I used dad’s money to pay the bitch.” He laughed hysterically. “He’s funding his own murder.”

My heart sank at what he just told us. I didn’t know how to feel about my father being murdered. I hated him, but I didn’t want him to die.

“Look who I found.” Ashton’s voice echoed as he entered the room with Polo and a gun stuck in his back.

“Oh, good. We can eliminate all they asses together.” Julez chuckled.

“We just came for Samara,” Polo said again.

“Like I just told them, I can’t do that. Get your stupid ass over there with my siblings,” Julez demanded. Royale rolled and pulled the tape from my mouth.

“Are you okay?” he whispered. I ignored him and addressed Ashton.

“So, you moving into my apartment complex? Dating me? That was all to spy on me?”

“Pretty much. Your pussy was sweet as fuck though. I was thinking about keeping you around, making you my girl, but you dissed me for that big nigga.” He laughed to himself before continuing. “How does it feel to know I’m the one that sent that eighteen-wheeler barging into his ass?”

My mouth dropped at his confession. Ashton was directly responsible for Fabian’s death.

“This is crazy!” I shouted. “You’re blaming your siblings for your parents’ mistakes. Is that fair? We hate that man just as much as you.”

“Life ain’t f—”

Julez didn’t get to finish his statement as a window in the distance shattered, bringing all of our attention to a hole in the ceiling.

“You missed, bitch ass nigga!” Demetrius said as he fired a shot that hit Ashton in the head. Ashton fired as he hit the floor, and shots rang out. Royale threw his body on top of mine, and I could feel a strange heat radiating from my belly. Ashton and Julezua’s lifeless bodies fell to the floor.

“Samara, you okay?” Royale called out. I couldn’t respond. Pain ripped my body.

“Shit, she was hit. One of them niggas shot her!” he shouted. My eyes traveled to where he was now applying pressure. My stomach was covered in blood.

“Fuck!”

“Stop the bleeding!” Demetrius shouted. My head turned to him as he hopped out of the ceiling on one leg. He fell to the ground and immediately scurried over to me.

“Baby girl! Fuck!” I could hear his voice, but it sounded like it was fading into the distance.

“I’m s-scared,” I mumbled as his arms wrapped around me. Tears dropped from his face and landed on mine.

“Tell me your secrets, baby girl. I’m here.”

“I’m scared to die.” I coughed. I could feel his arms tighten around me.

“Who about to die? Nah, hang in there, baby girl. You can’t leave me. I love you. Do you hear me? Samara!” His voice got further and further away until I couldn’t hear anything anymore.