The Assassin’s Billionaire Bodyguard
Chapter 51

He was silent for several long seconds, "and if I were? He put my daughter in the hands of a rapist. He put a bounty on my fiancés head. He ordered you be kidnapped and taken out of country to do whatever he wants to you. He threatened to put a bullet in my head, my best friend's head, and his father's head. He has threatened if he can't have you, nobody can. I considered his medical situation was what was causing his irrational behavior, but he's had the surgery. He's still unhinged. He needs to go." "It will cause irreparable damage between you and Mikhail, and you'll likely have a price on your head as a result," she spoke quietly.

"I don't care." He gave an impatient shrug. "If the roles were reversed and it was my son doing this kind of damage to Mikhail's family, he'd be dead already."

"Cam, it will put you directly in harm's way. If Mikhail knows your past, he knows your methods. He's going to know."

"Mickey called me to inform us not only did Evgeni not recall his message at his father's instruction, he double-downed. The bounty on your head is now five million."

"Oh my god," she groaned and banged her forehead on the window. "Is there an alternative? Cam, I want to be rid of him as well but not at the risk of you being on a mob hitlist."

He gently turned her to face him. "I'm open to suggestion."

"What did Clara say when you spoke to her?"

He gave her a sad smile, "Isabella, she's as angry as I am. He threatened you and your mom. Clara wants him dead."

"I want him dead!" She let frustration spill from her lips, "I want him dead and gone and for nobody to ever replace his puny-dicked little body again but not at the expense of my family." Her next words were barely audible as emotion clogged her throat, "but not at the expense of the people I love most in the world. I'm not having you all targets of the Russian mafia."

"Well, as of right now, Mickey and three of Mikhail's personal enforcers have taken care of a handful of Evgeni's friends. Anton is gone. Sergei is gone. Clara said your commander has ordered Mikhail has until midnight tomorrow to clean up this mess or she's taking over."

"Artemis doesn't mess around."

"What kind of name is Artemis?"

"Artemis is the Greek goddess of the moon but more importantly, of the hunt. She does enjoy a good hunt."

"So not her real name."

"Nope," she shook her head. "I don't know her real name and I think if I did know it, I'd be dead. She scares the s**t out of me Cam and I don't scare easy."

"Really?" he made a face, "I'd never guess you don't scare easily," sarcasm dripped from his lips. "Pretty sure the last six weeks have been about me trying to protect you and you not being remotely concerned about it."

She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his middle and rested her cheek against his chest. "Cam, I don't want you to kill him but not because I don't want him dead. It's because I don't want you to have beef with Mikhail. I'll lay low. I'll stay home, I'll stay at your place. Hell, I'll even sit in the middle of the Pacific with Portia," she made a disgusted face, "until Mikhail can get this sorted but I do not want you or Clara involved with his execution. I'm begging you. The fallout would be immense."

"Okay," he kissed the top of her head, "I'm disappointed and I know Gideon will be as well because he really wants the son of b***h, but I'll respect your request."

"Thank you," she took a breath. "Now what?"

"Now, we need to get some sleep. I am exhausted and we fly out in the morning. We sent our captain back already, so Gideon and I have to fly," She cut him off, "you can fly the jet?"

His chest moved with laughter as she lifted her face to his excitedly, "yes, I have my captain's license as does Gideon. We'll fly us all home tomorrow morning. Our flight leaves at nine which means we leave here at seven, which," he looked at his watch, "is five hours from now." "And when we get home? Then what?"

"I don't know." He spoke honestly. "I'm not used to letting someone else take control. This will be your show, Isabella. You've demonstrated more than once you're capable of managing the situation. You've done everything we've asked and more. Maybe it's time we followed your lead." His shoulders moved as if the weight of the world was pushing them down, "all I know, is right now, I need sleep."

"Then you should get sleep." She started to walk towards the door, and he pulled her back.

"No, we get sleep and before we argue, as soon as we left the guys, Gideon told them we're a thing." He didn't back away from the fury in her eyes, "he's told them we are engaged. He's also told them you were never here." His meaning was not lost. "You trust them to keep it secret I was here?" Isabella considered her cover was blown far more than she had ever intended.

"Isabella, I could give every one of those men in the room the password to every one of my bank accounts and my balance wouldn't change a cent."

"You trust them this much. They're mercenaries, Cam. Assassins, hitmen. Typically, these are the exact kind of men you shouldn't trust. You're telling me you trust them implicitly and completely?"

"And more. You can consider them an extension of whatever team you work on. They will have your back forever. Never doubt them."

She nodded, "I trust you Cam and if you're saying it's safe, then it's safe." Blindly trusting anyone was hard for her and she swallowed as she adjusted to the feeling.

"Thank you," he reached a gentle hand to her cheek knowing how hard it would be to be in her situation. "Can we go to bed?"

"Yes." She took his hand as he pulled the door open. As she started to walk towards the front of the house he chuckled and laughed at her causing her to look at him in confusion. "What?"

"I know the housekeeper put you upstairs with the guys, but my room is up the stairs at the back of the house at the far end." He tugged her through the quiet of the dark hall. "I told you before, soldiers are loud, and I do whatever I can to sleep wherever they aren't." He held her hand in his as they ascended the stairs, "Gideon also has a room at this end of the house. It gives the guys an opportunity to b***h about us without feeling watched.

"They don't," she shrugged. "They have a lot of respect for you. Not once did one of them even say anything and I'll tell you this. When you were late to the chopper, it was Erik who wanted to go back to the house and get you. I made him wait another minute." He led her through a dimly lit landing to two closed doors. He pointed to the door on the right, "this one is Gideon's," he pushed the door on the left open, "and this one is ours."

He led her into a large bedroom where a dark wood California king sized bed took center stage. The linens were white, crisp, and clean, and it beckoned to her. "Now that's a bed." A bag at the end of the bed caught her eye, "you had my bags moved?" "Is it a problem?"

"No."

She looked down at the sweatpants and t shirt she had put on after her shower earlier. When she looked back up Cam had moved to stand directly in front of her and was tugging on the bottom of her shirt. "Anxious much?"

"Love of my life," his smile was devilish, "do you know how damn hot you were today in camo? When you and Erik took out those three guys who came out of the pathway, I had the biggest hardon of my life."

She shoved his chest, "not funny."

"I'm not kidding." He took her hand and put it against his hardening form. "Just thinking of the efficient precise control, you exhibited while being wildly in the moment was sexy as f**k."

She let her palm stroke him through the camo pants he still hadn't changed out of. "Not going to lie, more than once I considered dragging you behind a bush."

"Aw, you like me too!" he teased and then ripped her shirt over her head hastily. "Now, I know you showered already but I have not, and I smell sweaty, greasy and I'm sure I have blood on me and none of it's mine. I need to go clean up. You," he pointed to her pants, "get the rest of this off, get in the bed and be ready. I want you."

She shivered with excitement and watched as he kicked his pants off in the direction of the clothes hamper. She giggled when he called over his shoulder to move in his most commanding drill sergeant voice. She took her clothes and folded them neatly and put them on top of her go bag. She'd need to throw those back on before they flew out and based on what he had said, they'd be moving fast.

She'd put her hair back in the tightly woven braids pinned to her head after her shower in a task to distract herself. Sitting cross-legged, stark naked in the middle of the giant bed, she began the task of undoing the braids. Her hair was still damp, but she loosely shook out one side before initiating the other, enjoying the feel of the release of her hair. The deep chestnut had a reddish tint as the dim lamplight caught the damp tendrils and she let the thick mass fall over her naked shoulder to land over her b****t. She heard the shower stop in the adjoining room and grinned. He was as excited for her as she was him. He had made short work of getting cleaned but she kept her fingers deftly moving through her hair meticulously unravelling the tight plait. "Wow." He stopped as he entered the room again swallowing deeply. "I will never be able to look at this bed again and not envision you just like this." When her fingers stilled in her hair he begged, "keep going. Its sexy as hell." She blushed hotly at his intense stare, "I'm just taking out my braids."

"You're sitting with your body on full display Isabella." When she went to shift her legs he growled, "not until you finish your hair. You've been sitting there, thinking of me and I can see you're wet. Leave the legs open."

"Someone's very bossy tonight. You're thinking you're still my boss even off the field?" she whispered but did as she was instructed, letting her knees fall open even further, putting her wetness on full display for him, revelling in the immediate reaction she saw beneath the towel slung dangerously low over his hips. She dragged her fingers through her hair and let the other half fall over her shoulder to cover her other b****t. She picked up the few pins she'd dropped to the bed and leaned backwards to put them on the bedside table.

She yelped when Cam jumped onto the bed.

"Stay like this," he uncrossed her legs slightly, exposing her soft pink flesh to him even more. He ran his thumb over the smoothness of her just under the tiny patch of hair she kept neatly trimmed. "Lean back but don't lay down," he crawled on the bed and adjusted her arms, so she was reclined, leaning on her elbows. "I want you to watch me eat you."

"Cam," she protested as he lowered his head to the glistening spot at the apex of her legs. Her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue drew a long lap low up her slit towards her clit. When he mumbled against her to open her eyes she obeyed and met the intense gaze of his emerald stare and her breath caught in her throat. His desire for her was almost tactile. Her tongue ran along her lower lip as his tongue ran through her slit and she shuddered with feeling.

Her fingers itched to reach for his head, but he'd given an order and for once she was ready to obey. He was laying on his belly, his face pressed to her, and she could feel the heat of his breath through his nostrils as he continued long, thorough licks, each time his tongue landing on her sensitive nub to swirl around it before descending again. The smell of the woodsy soap of his freshly showered body combined with the smell of her s*x surrounded her in a sexy fog. The sound of his tongue and lips sucking and licking on her was punctuated by her shortened breaths and gasps of pleasure and the occasional moan of his name as he plundered her body.

His tongue made a longer stop at the sweet spot just under the tiny tuft of dark hair and he plunged two fingers inside her just as he sucked hard and drew the sweet bud to his lips. Immediately, the tug of suction on her coupled with the deep thrust of his fingers sent her spiraling, her legs quaking when he didn't back away from pushing her over the brink of pleasure. One of her hands left the spot on the bed behind her to grasp wildly at his hair but he effortlessly pinned her hand to her thigh as he continued to greedily feast on her, his tongue lapping the wetness spilling from her o****m.

"Cam," she begged as she slowly descended from ecstatic heights, "please, I need you inside me." She let her body fall back on the bed, uncaring he'd ordered her to sit up and watch. The pillows cushioned her fall and her head writhed against the pillow as his fingers tormented her while his mouth stayed fixed to her. He was pushing her towards another fast and furious o****m and they both knew it. She clutched wildly at the soft cotton of the duvet under her hands as he went knuckles deep, pounding her hard with his hand. When his other hand reached up and tweaked her n****e hard, she arched high off the bed, the pleasure and pain of his onslaught racking her body with ferocity.

She was still coming down from the high when he quickly moved over her, filling her body with his hard c**k in a swift spearing motion. The weight of his hips against hers while he held himself up with one elbow while he played and suckled with her breasts was pleasure beyond imagine. He drove into her body over and over and her head tilted back, her face almost staring at the headboard while he f****d her into oblivion. There was nothing gentle or tender in his motions and it was not what either of them needed. When he skillfully drew her to another mind-bending o****m, he joined her, her name a hoarse bellow into the hot air around them and she wound her legs around his middle tightly not wanting to let him go.

She lay panting trying to catch her breath when he half-rolled off her, pulling her to his chest.

"f**k, I love you," he whispered in her hair.

As she lay there in his tight embrace, she believed him and knew there was nothing she wouldn't ever do for this man. The feeling of vulnerability she had anticipated was replaced with the knowledge there was nowhere safer in the world to be than wherever this man was. She settled against his chest, closed her eyes, and immediately fell asleep.