The Assassin’s Billionaire Bodyguard
Chapter 56

Isabella had lost track of the time. Myriam had made her and the girls an amazing home cooked meal which they'd all appreciated, and the wine had been flowing. At some point, the wine had been replaced with hard liquor. Someone had asked where Cam's goons Now Isabella was laughing so hard her sides ached from it as tears streamed down her face. "Can't," she huffed loudly, "breathe." She erupted into gales of laughter again as she slid off the pile of mats to the floor.

worked out and they'd wound up in the gym. It had gotten all out of hand from there.

Cat and Sabine were grappling in the middle of Cam's gym completely coated in olive oil someone had raced to get from the kitchen. They were down to their underwear and what had originally been a test of skills had turned into a tag team wrestling match gone awry. Josephine was laying upside down off the mats giggling like a fool.

Jesse and Corry were waiting to be tagged in while Isabella and Arwen held onto each other laughing they'd drawn the long straws for this match. When Cat tried to tag Jesse, Sabine had grabbed her by ankles, slamming her to the floor mats hard. Cat slipped and slid along the mats, laughing uproariously as she tried to inch along the slippery floor to reach the hand extended to her.

She finally connected to Jesse and Jesse slid in to tackle Sabine who shrieked she wasn't ready as the women skated as if on ice.

"What the f**k is going on?" Gideon's voice broke into the hilarity of the situation causing them to laugh even harder.

Jesse slammed Sabine down hard to the mat. Sabine managed to tag Corry, all the women ignoring Gideon as Corry tackled Jesse hard to the mat. Sabine rolled off the mat to slide towards where Cat was crouched on the floor. Isabella held up her drink, "Gideon, come sit with me. I have first class seats to the WWE."

"Jesus Christ," Cam's voice echoed behind Gideons.

"Holy s**t," Mickey's voice went almost as hoarse as Gideon's as he took in the eight scantily clad women covered in oil in varying degrees of sobriety.

The men all stopped speaking while Jesse did a no-handed cartwheel to wrap her legs around Corry's torso to flip her hard to the mat.

"Corry, get your a*s off the mat!" Isabella yelled at her. "I'm not losing twenty grand because you can't stay on your goddamned feet!"

"f**k you Ruiz, if you think you can beat the Italian Dynamo get your a*s in here." Corry grunted as she struggled to stand on the slick mat. "Why did we add the oil?"

"Because we were spilling too much blood," Josephine reminded them of Cat's busted lip which caused them to start laughing hard again.

Isabella grinned across the gym at Cam, "don't worry. I'll pay for the cleaning."

Erik who had followed the guys just ahead of Portia down the stairs called out, "Boss, let them keep going and I'll pay for the cleaning. Anyone got popcorn?"

Arwen called, "Over here buddy, I got the popcorn here!"

They all laughed as Erik made his way towards Arwen but slipped on some of the oil landing hard on his back with a thud.

"You need to wait your turn, Erik. We draw straws but if you want in, we're happy to do co-ed fights." Sabine called out from where she rested on her stomach waiting for Corry to tag her back in.

"I don't understand what is happening," Portia spoke loudly as she raced past her father, hopping over Erik's moaning prone form and sliding into Isabella's outstretched arms, "but I'm definitely not going to bed yet. This is amazing." She hopped up on the mats beside Isabella.

"Portia, this is Arwen. Arwen, this is Portia." She pointed to the other girls, "Portia, this is Cat, Corry, Jesse and Josephine and you already know Sabine because she's been staying with us." "Why are you all half naked."

"We're not, I have smaller bathing suits," Jesse said as she evaded Corry's grip before trying to sweep Corry's feet out from under her but falling herself instead.

The girls all started laughing hard and the sound of Gideon asking if she was okay, made them laugh even harder. Isabella grabbed her bottle of vodka and ran to the corner of the mat and pulled Corry towards her and dumped some of the alcohol into her open mouth before taking a swig.

Isabella heard Cam's intake of breath and giggled, "oh, we saved you something! Two of Evgeni's buddies tried to get past the front gate. Cat and Sabine put them in the equipment closet. They're alive," she looked to Cat for confirmation and then she nodded at Cam, "yes, alive. Just unconscious."

Gideon strode in the direction of the closet at the far end of the gym, cursing as he slipped on oil. "This s**t is never coming out of the floor!"

"Yes, it will Gideon," Sabine called out, "we'll bring our cleaners in. They can get anything out. Oil, grease, blood, feces, ash."

The girls wailed with laughter when Gideon opened the door and two men tied together with, gagged, naked and bound fell out of the shallow cabinet with a thud to the hard floor.

"Oh my god," Portia exclaimed covering her hands with her mouth. "Is that Ilya?"

Cat called out from the floor, "he has the first true micro p***s I've ever seen. Like no wonder Evgeni thinks he's huge if his friends are like him."

Portia's cheeks flamed as she stared at the naked men being lifted up by Gideon and Mickey. Cam moved to Portia and covered her eyes. "Isabella, seriously?"

"Hey, you said I could have a girl's night. This is what we do."

Erik propped himself beside Arwen and took a handful of the popcorn. "Boss, I may want to be assigned to house duty whenever your girl has girls' night in."

"When you turn twenty-one Portia, we'll bring you to Vegas with us. Last time we went, Isabella took on two MMA fighters with me and Clara. The guy got cocky saying they needed a third to take on him and his friend because Clara's pint sized. We each made a quarter million dollars. It was f*****g awesome," Cat called from the floor.

"This needs to stop," Cam argued with the entire group fruitlessly.

Jesse squealed loudly as Corry managed to grapple her to the ground and keep her pinned. Arwen called the count as Jesse twisted and tried everything to get out, landing several hard punches to Corry's ribs but Corry held fast. "Time!" Arwen yelled and Isabella jumped up and down excitedly.

"Yes! Twenty grand in my bank account, bitches!" She danced her way to Cam who was shaking his head. "I knew she'd win. She's like a goddamn octopus."

Cam reached out and gripped her chin, "you're wasted."

"Yes, and I'm having a fantastic time. How was Rent?" her eyes mocked him mercilessly. "Do you feel you need to let off some energy after sitting so long?" She knew her face was begging him to say yes.

Cat squealed, "oh my God! Yes, come on Cam Torres. Take off your shirt so we can see those tats Isabella's been telling us all about. Let's get him and the even bigger guy greased up. I bet twenty grand Isabella and Sabine can take them."

Gideon was halfway up the stairs with the two men being dragged behind him when he stopped and turned back. He motioned to Mickey, "get the guys to come take care of these two. I'm in." He pointed at Sabine, "you've been pissing me off since you showed up here yesterday."

Cam looked at his best friend as if he were insane. "No, I'm not wrestling women covered in oil."

"Chicken," Portia called out antagonizing her father and taking a high-five from Isabella.

"The bigger they are," Isabella cackled, "the harder they fall."

"Rules?" Cam held her gaze seriously.

"Three rules," Arwen clapped her hands excitedly as Cam started unbuttoning his shirt while reaching for Isabella's bottle of vodka and taking a long swallow.

"One, the pin is five full seconds on the ref's count." Arwen giggled when Cat screamed out, she wanted to ref. "Two, blood is an automatic thirty second pause and you can quit if you're bleeding but you lose by default. Three, what happens in fight club," "Stays in fight club!" the other six girls called out with a laugh.

"Boss, I have a boner for your girl and her friends, I just thought you should know." Erik said as he reached out and took Isabella's vodka. "I swear I joined the wrong company."

"What about the rules of fighting?"

"Standard MMA rules."

"I'm not punching you in the face Isabella," Cam hissed furiously.

"As if you could land a punch," Corry called out. "Do you know what Ruiz' nickname is, and if someone says Deadpool I'll kill you myself," Corry cast a warning glance at Portia. "You made her head swell, you brat." Portia giggled as Corry chastised her. "What is Ruiz' nickname?" Gideon yanked her braid as he stepped past her in a white wife beater tucked into his dress pants, barefoot already.

Cam watched the cocky grin spread on his fiancés face as her girlfriend's catcalled him when he threw his dress shirt towards the pile of mats, leaving him in an undershirt like the one Gideon was wearing.

"He's mine ladies, look but don't touch. Well," she clarified, "you can touch if you're beating the f**k out of him but nothing sexy." Isabella called over her shoulder giggling at Cam's raised eyebrows.

Cat called out to Cam. "Ruiz' nickname is Phantom. Because one second she's there and the next she's not."

"Are you kidding me?" Cam made a face, "it's a dumb nickname."

Isabella laughed and took her vodka bottle back to take a long drink before throwing it Jesse, "aw, do you see that ladies, he's trying to get under my skin before we even get in the ring. Good luck trying to land a punch, Torres. I fought Sam Waterhouse the MMA fighter and he landed one hit and only one."

"He hit you?" Gideon asked seriously.

"He did and then I broke his face, two of his ribs and gave him the limp he still has."

"She broke his face, but I broke his d**k," Arwen called out. "The only real reason he went to the hospital."

"Wait, you were serious about the Vegas fight thing?" Cam asked as he followed Isabella to the greasy mat.

"Yup, name your bets." Isabella called over her shoulder. As Cat took everyone's verbal bets Isabella was laughing under her breath. The man had no idea what he'd agreed to.

Before he even knew what was happening, Arwen screamed "ding ding" and Isabella let a serious kick loose to his ribs and then swept her foot out knocking him to the floor in a deft move. The sound of his heavy frame hitting the floor was punctuated by a collective cheer from the women.

"Get up Torres, you're embarrassing me in front of my girls. I told them you were tough." Isabella taunted him, laughing as Sabine squirted olive oil in her direction. She rubbed it up and down her arms and on her fingers.

Cam grunted and looked at Gideon. "What the f**k did we just agree to?"

"I don't know but your girl just dropped you like a sack of flour." Gideon tried to hide his grin. "I thought we were doing a bit of sparring but sounds like these girls like violence."

Cam watched as Isabella bounced on her toes as if a prize boxer, her hands up in a defensive stance. "I just have to pin her for five?"

"You need to catch her first. You can tag your bro any time though if you need a break from her," Jesse called out. "Hey Portia, did Isabella give you my brother's number yet?"

"What?" Cam turned and looked to Jesse just in time for Isabella to land a solid punch to his kidney and kicked the back of his knee. He got back up and pointed at Isabella. "You gave my baby girl some guy's number?"

"The detective," she grinned broadly, knowing Jesse had purposefully gotten under his skin. She wiggled her fingers in his direction before flinging some excess oil off her skin in his direction. She slid on the mat as she slightly lost balance when she lunged to the side when Cam reached for her.

Portia laughed as her father slipped across the mat as he tried to grab at Isabella. He kicked a leg out to catch her, but the oil had him off balance and he fell. "Don't worry Daddy. He's nice. I texted him already. He's going to take me for coffee. I've never actually had a coffee date. Usually, guys just want to get me drunk and sleep with me."

Isabella threw her head back and laughed as Cam's face turned white at his daughter's revelations. Cam seized the opportunity of her being distracted and raced at her with the intent to bring her to the mat. As he reached for her, she ducked and slid under him between his wide stance positioned legs along the mat and grabbed his ankles pulling him down face first.

"Now you see her, now you don't," Sabine called out as Cam looked over his shoulder as he realized Isabella had moved a lot faster than he'd anticipated. "The Phantom strikes again." She gleefully accepted Isabella's tag and stepped onto the mat. Isabella chortled as Cam slapped Gideon's hand gasping, "aw Sabby, Cam didn't want to fight with you. I hope you're not sad about it."

"Nah, if you beat up one meathead, you've beat them all up. At this point, they're all the same."

The oil was a huge advantage to the women as they used it to keep their opponents off balance. Gideon did manage to land a kick to Isabella's thigh, but she'd countered slipping along the greasy mat to yank on his pants, tugging him down hard to the mat before tagging Sabine back in. This wasn't the first time they'd fought in the greasy substance, and it was definitely a tool in their arsenal against the larger, more off balance men.

In the end, Sabine pinned Gideon with a move she'd learned as a young child which kept him incapable of moving lest his testicles get crunched. Each time he tried to budge he felt the pressure in between his thighs and Isabella was laughing uproariously. Finally, he let her pin him and the match was done.

The women cheered and Cam, Gideon, Erik, and Mickey were all out heaps of cash. The women split their winnings with lots of fanfare and hugged their greasy slippery bodies.

Erik elbowed Cam, "you threw that right?"

"If you ever tell anyone what happened in this basement, we'll bury you with Ilya." He shook his head as his fiancé sauntered in his direction. "Looking pretty smug for someone who stacked the odds against us using kitchen oil."

Isabella laughed in his face, "Torres, I'll take you with or without the oil, anytime, anyplace. Right now, however, I need a shower to get this off. You coming?" She wiped her hands against his face. She squealed as he hiked her over his shoulder and carried her up the stairs two at a time.