Finding My Bodyguard (The Bodyguard Series Book 1)

by A. Blossom

I wanted a marriage full of love and happiness, even if it was arranged.

“Don’t forget who you are. Don’t lose yourself,” she whispered into my ear. I nodded. Don’t lose myself. I repeated her words as I rolled my suitcase down the hall to the staircase.

Dedicating my entire life to the cartel, murdering, and destroying families wasn’t my thing. I wanted something different out of life, so I set out to get it. That didn’t mean I was no pussy ass nigga. I was born to be a killer, heir to the London Cartel. I stayed with my Glock just in case a nigga thought he could try me.

My fiancé and my father decided what I was going to do with my body. Nobody considered that I loved myself.

I needed my mother. I needed someone whose love wasn’t conditional.

“Give me a good reason why you’re here trying to fix something that ain’t broken. Your body is perfect.”

She was mentally broken, but her body… her body was perfect. Nothing needed to be fixed on her.

Her brown eyes locked on mine. There was so much sadness in them. Sadness I didn’t think surgery would fix. Sadness that ran deeper than me denying her procedure. It made me wonder who had put it there. Who had hurt her? I wanted to know her story.

“Changing your body for that nigga won’t make him love or respect you any more than he does now.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Monroe, and after today, you’ll never be in the position where you don’t feel as beautiful as you are. Where you don’t have a say so in your body.”

“Can I taste you, Monroe?” His breath tickled my clit, causing me to let out a breathy moan. I loved the way he asked me for my permission. Years of being told what to do and never having a say had me dripping wet at a man who gave me an option.

Seeing me seemed to bring her some relief. I liked that. I planned to be her peace for the rest of her life.

A man with a heart was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“Sometimes choosing you can open the doors for others to do the same. Never feel guilty for choosing you—even if it’s over family.”

Every second I was around her, I contradicted myself. I couldn’t fall for her, but she was mine. I wanted her to have her freedom but didn’t want to let her out of my sight. It was fucked up, and I found myself being something I never thought I would be… a wishy-washy ass nigga.

“I find my peace in knowing that every day I wake up, I’m living the life I chose and breaking the toxic cycle I don’t care to be a part of.”

“Those unladylike parts of you are the best parts.”

“Make that the last time you negatively mention your weight or size. You are what you tell yourself you are.” I affirmed her.

“I want you to capture the most beautiful things in life. The ones you’ve missed. Look around, Chocolate, there is art all around you.”

I thought I had peace and happiness before, but it was nothing like this. Monroe was taking my shit to the next level.

“I’ve never felt this safe with anyone before.” Her confession had me smiling. “That’s what I’m here for, Chocolate. Just call me your bodyguard.”

“To feel protected and have a safe space to fall in love.”

I wanted her, but the more we connected our souls the harder it would be for both of us when it was time to part ways.

"You need to get the experience of being alone—eating alone, sleeping alone, dating yourself. Making your own choices. Those are the only things that will allow you to grow, Chocolate.”

“Make me a promise, Chocolate. Promise me you’ll focus on getting to know who you are. Promise me you’ll heal,” I demanded.

You asked me to heal you, but I can’t. I can only offer my hand to hold while you heal yourself.

Because you said reading brings you peace. This date is with your peace.

decided that any healing or freedom you need, I want to be right there while you get it.”