Finding My Bodyguard (The Bodyguard Series Book 1)

by A. Blossom

I knew my fate was to be married off to strengthen my father's mafia but I thought it would at least be romantic. I thought my future husband would at least present me with a ring and maybe a few gifts. This was anything but. Kashus, my now fiancé, wasn’t even here. His dad, Marco, had asked for my hand in marriage for his son and continued talking to my father as if I wasn’t in the room. As if I wasn’t the one being affected by this arrangement.

I had no intention of seeing the chocolate beauty again. Fine as she was, we lived in two different states, and she was someone else’s fiancée. I might go after her if she ever crossed my path again. A woman that beautiful deserved to be with a man who wouldn’t leave her alone to go fuck off.

“You look beautiful,” Dr. London greeted me as I walked down the stairs. I was wearing a yellow two-piece swimsuit set with a cute, long cover-up skirt. The set fit my body perfectly. I could barely tell I had a belly pudge. My body was giving hourglass. I was nervous about putting it on because of the amount of belly it showed. Kashus never wanted me to show my belly. The moment he crossed my mind. I knew it was the one. The first step in my freedom was taking back my confidence. Seeing Dr. London waiting at the bottom of the stairs smiling confirmed I’d made the right choice.

I pulled back a new layer of her damage each day. She was just starting to get out of the habit of asking me for permission. Monroe checked in with me about everything—what we would eat for dinner, where she should go, and how she should style her hair. Yesterday, she asked me if she could go out on the front porch. Her constant need to get every single decision approved showed me how damaged she was. It was so bad I made her swear to me that nigga hadn’t been putting his hands on her. She said he hadn’t, but physical abuse or not, the emotional and psychological abuse was apparent.

“I know it’s a lot, Auntie… but I can’t let her go back to those people. I’ve never felt the urge to protect somebody so strongly before.”

I took a deep breath, and on cue, the doors parted. London came into view at the end of the aisle. My feet began to move, and our eyes locked on each other. The tears that gathered in the rims of his eyes were that of a man marrying the love of his life. I sailed to the aisle. My feet sank into the sand, feeling like I was in a dream, but this was real life—my life.

As our tongues swirled, I found it harder and harder to accept this marriage was to be only on paper. It felt as if I had just married the love of my life.

“Yeah, the biggest crime family in Bristol City, and I’m going to be the head of it all. The nigga dying, and he needs an heir. All I have to do is marry his daughter, and what I do? I fucking lose her.” Kashus dropped his face between his hands. Monroe’s father was dying. That explained why he’d chosen Kashus as her husband. He was desperate to find someone capable of carrying on his legacy.

“A wife that you unlawfully obtained, Royale.” “I didn’t know stealing a nigga girl was an unlawful crime,” I joked, knowing it was pissing him off. “It’s a law of the streets. You know the code you turned your back on.” “I didn’t turn my back on anything, Pop. I’m doing exactly what you raised me to do, be a man. I’m carving my path and standing on my own two feet.”