The Assassin’s Billionaire Bodyguard
Epilogue

Cam swirled the dark liquid around his tumbler and eyed Elian mockingly. The girls had been gone two days and with no communication Cam was certain the man was a wreck.

"You don't sleep at all while they're gone?" he asked Elian

"No. If she dies out there, I'm the single father of the richest brats in the world. They inherit everything and they'll outnumber me. I'm screwed."

"She's not going to die," Cam chuckled. "I saw what she can do in Vegas two weeks ago. She's brutal." He laughed as Elian shifted uncomfortably. "I can't believe you didn't want to come."

"I can't believe you would want to watch. The notion someone hits my wife, or my sister makes me cringe internally."

"Makes me laugh," Cam countered, "because I know the poor bastard is doomed because it makes them feistier."

"And you slept last night and the night before without any problems?"

"Yup. Slept like a baby. Casper too. He took up Isabella's side of the bed like he was one of your Great Danes. Though he did disappear at one point to go sleep with Gideon."

They both turned to look at the man who was staring out the window. "Both of you go to hell." "Sabine is fine."

"I know she's fine. Nothing she can't manage."

"She'll give you her answer when she's back."

"She took a mission in the middle of my proposal," Gideon grumbled.

"You would have done the same," Cam tried to keep a straight face at his best friend's stress.

"She's going to be pissed I'm here waiting. She doesn't like when she thinks I'm checking up on her." Gideon stood up. "I'm going to head home I think."

Cam and Elian both laughed at him knowing he was more concerned she'd give him the answer he didn't want when she got back than whether she liked him checking up.

"Wanna see the bat cave?" Elian offered as an alternative.

Cam was on his feet, the rest of his drink gone in one swallow. "Yes. A million times yes. Will Clara mind?"

"No, she won't care. She trusts you two and she'll like to show off her garage."

They followed him through the house and watched with interest as Elian hit a panel in the kitchen opening up a door they hadn't even noticed on the wall.

"If she's Batman, are you Alfred?" Gideon asked as they descended the stairs into the fluorescent lit wide open space.

Cam whistled lowly at the enormity of the room

"Not Alfred. Anjali is Alfred. Clara says I'm not even good enough to be Cat Woman." His laugh was self-deprecating.

"That's cold," Gideon clapped him on the shoulder. Something across the far side of the room caught his eye. "Is that a tank under the tarp?" Both he and Cam beelined for the vehicle and pulled up the corners. "It's a tank!" Gideon exclaimed excitedly.

"How did she get the tank down here?" Cam ran his hand over the machine lovingly. "She's beautiful."

"She drove it in." Elian appeared bored as he sipped his drink and leaned against the hood of one of Clara's many sportscars.

"From where?"

Elian pointed to the far side. "Look closely and you can see this is a garage. She literally has a tunnel which runs from the edge of the property to here. It splits in two direction at the other end. One-way heads to the helicopter pad and further down the main road, exiting by the hill. The other returns back to the front of the house and down the driveway. Basically, you can get to the chopper from the front of the house, from here or from the city street."

"I sincerely feel I have not spent my money a wisely as Clara Draxton." Cam gave a sad shake of his head as he put the tarp back down.

"Agreed," Gideon said with a sigh, "I feel like an amateur."

Elian stood up, "I'm sure Isabella will set you straight. You've only been married a few months. She'll help you spend your money on all kinds of crazy things. Speaking of, how's the guest house coming?"

"I couldn't tell you," Cam laughed. "She hired everyone herself and because most of the staff are Bellona and they don't like their privacy invaded, I've been ordered to stay away."

Elian gave him a quizzical glance, "Clara told me it was nearly completed, and she and the girls had been partying there for weeks."

"The little witch," Cam laughed as he realized what was happening. "My mother has been at the house for the last month while her place is renovated. She's been hiding there with the girls instead of being with mom. She's not supervising renovations at all."

"I met your mom at the wedding and she's not nearly as bad as mine."

"Agreed," Cam shook his head. "Your mother cried for five hours when Isabella told her I had a vasectomy when I was young, and we couldn't have children. Five hours, Elian. Laid on my sofa in my office and questioned why I couldn't get a reversal."

"Why doesn't Isabella just tell her she doesn't want kids?" Gideon asked

The other two men busted up laughing. Elian explained, "Mama believes Isabella will regret never having children because we are the greatest gifts Mama ever got."

"Also," he held up the gold ring on his finger, "this makes me her permanent scapegoat." Cam looked at Gideon, "did you and Sabine discuss kids?"

"Nope. I'm already scared she's going to leave me for proposing. She's been married twice before. Why on earth did I put her on the spot? Damn it," Gideon groaned as Cam clapped him on the shoulder. "I never thought I'd see the day a woman could make me grovel, but damned if I wouldn't get on my knees and beg her for forgiveness."

"You proposed, not shot her in the a*s," Cam mocked his desperation.

"Same thing to her. She literally looked like she wanted to murder me."

"What if she wants ten kids and a house in the suburbs?"

"Done." Gideon shrugged, "I'm whipped, and I know it." He looked at Cam, "don't tell me you're not. If Isabella told you she wanted you to get a reversal of your procedure, the appointment

would be booked."

"Thankfully, I never have to worry about it. Isabella likes being able to just take off and go where she wants. Casper we can bring along in the plane. Kids are harder to pack up."

Elian nodded, "we used to fly all over the world and now just getting them to daycare in the morning feels like a chaos experiment gone wrong. Clara wants to take them to Disney. I'd rather let her use me for target practice and she never misses."

The sound of squealing tires caught their ears and Elian reached out and pulled Cam backwards, "she's in a show-off mood. She's coming in and doing a three-sixty," he grinned at Cam's surprised glance.

As the garage door lifted, a cherry red Lamborghini spun into the garage, right on the spot where he'd been standing, the car narrowly missing his legs before sliding back into a parking spot and coming to an abrupt halt.

Elian leaned forward, "it's your wife, dude, not mine. Mine has more respect for our house."

Cam's mouth fell open as the door of the driver's side opened and Isabella emerged with a wide grin. "You almost took out my legs, Andretti."

"Andretti wished he could drive like me," she shot back as Clara slapped her back and Sabine crawled out the back seat. "Also, just so you all know, Clara had the garage fitted with speakers for all the cars so she can communicate with whoever is in here. We've been listening to you girls chat for a solid two minutes now." She slapped Gideon's chest and laughed, "ten kids. Ha

ha! you're f****d."

Clara looked at Elian, "debrief was a b***h. I need to burn off energy. Coming?"

"Ew," Isabella scrunched up her nose as older brother flipped Clara over his shoulders and raced her up the stairs, "nasty."

"He's stronger than I thought," Sabine grunted her approval. She looked at Gideon, "I want two kids, three if I don't have one of each. I want a spring wedding and I'm not wearing white. I'm also not living in Torres' house, but you can buy me one in the same neighborhood." She stalked past him, her back straight as she marched up the stairs Elian and Clara had just disappeared up. She called over her shoulder, "And I'll let you get you a dog, but it has to be near the size of Casper, and it can't shed."

Isabella leaned forward and whispered in Gideon's ear, "my friend, I think she just accepted

your proposal. Take her home, now." She reached up and closed his agape mouth. As he took off following Sabine, she chuckled, "I knew he could move fast when he wanted to, but I don't think he touched a single stair." She put her hands upon her hips and eyed her husband, "you would get reversed for me?"

He paled at her words, swallowing deeply. "Do you want me to?"

"No!" she laughed at his discomfort, "god no. Clara told me today the kids were sick before we went away and one of them literally crapped up the side of the wall. I'm never going to want to experience such a thing. Not ever. If I wanted to be part of the clean-up crew, I'd join the Bellona team. At least they use chemicals, fire and get to wear biohazard suits."

"Oh, thank god," he clutched his chest. "Having it done was painful enough. I can't imagine what undone is like."

"You will never have to replace out," she promised as she moved into his open arms. "Miss me?"

"Did I ever. Did you know Elian doesn't sleep when you're out? He hasn't slept in seventy-two

hours."

"You slept?"

"Yes, I've been with you in the field, twice now. You're more ruthless than my guys. Also,

Artemis called me this time. She is terrifying. I thought my debrief was her was bad before our wedding but when she's mocking me, it's downright vicious. I swear she likes having someone to target. She sent me your team's go-pro footage." "She did what?" Isabella stepped back from him, incredulously. "She sent you what?"

"Sent me footage from Corry's cam. The way you five women interact was like the best kind of synchronicity. She suggested I review the footage to take notes on the way a well-oiled machine really runs."

Isabella snickered, "at our last debrief I told her again how quiet you guys are when you work. I replace the silence stifling and the lack of communication means opportunities are missed." "All I know is, if the performance I got to watch was one of the Broadway shows Portia likes, I'd go every week. Gideon watched it with me. He was a wreck by the way." "Sabine was ruthlessly brutal. She was with the psych for almost two hours. I think she regretted not accepting before we left." She sighed, "I'm only glad she was in the mood she was in. Makes her efficient. Clara slept half the way home."

He looked at the black tire marks on the floor. "Doesn't she get mad at it?" "Nah, she can paint over it or get it cleaned. She lets me store her here, so Mama doesn't know

it's mine. Since I don't get to drive her much, Clara lets me let loose with her when I can."

He stared incredulously, "you own the Lamborghini?" "Yes, it's listed as one of my possessions in the prenup. Didn't you read it?"

"No, I didn't care what was in the prenup because we're never getting divorced." He walked to

the car and rubbed the hood. "She's yours?"

She tossed keys at him, smirking when he caught them without even looking at her. They were on a whole other level of team now. "Wanna take her for a drive?"

"The only thing I want more than to drive her is to have s*x with you in her," he didn't even

look at her when he spoke still running his hands over her car. "I love her so much more now I know she's yours."

"Well," she sidled up to him, "I own this piece of land about an hour away. There's nothing on

it. We could take the car, go parking and discover various ways on how two very tall people can perform s*x acts in a sports car."

He was rounding the car and getting into the driver's side before she even finished speaking.

He paused at the door as she was getting in, "I just want you to know how much I love you. I

mean I really love you."

"I know. You'd even get your vasectomy reversed for me. That's a lot of love."

"It really is."

"You know what else I'd do?"

"What?"

"Once we're away from the video and audio in Clara's house, I'll show you how flexible I am

while You drive my car." She poked her tongue in her cheek and grinned when his eyes widened at her playful suggestion. "But only once we're away from the cameras. I don't need Clara using it against me."

As the car roared to life at Cam's touch Isabella chuckled at his boyish glee. "Also, I heard Elian

rat me out for the house being done. It's not your mother who's on my nerves. She's funny and

her dirty mouth cracks me up. I could watch her make you uncomfortable all day."

"Then why are you hiding in your she-shed?"

"Portia's been keeping a secret from you. I told her she had until today to tell you, or I was

going to. It's been hard keeping the secret."

He turned to face her seriously, "did you offer to let me drive your car and to give me oral s*x

just to cushion the blow my daughter is pregnant with the cop's baby?"

Isabella's jaw fell open as she stared at him incredulously, "You know?" "Yeah, I know. She's too skinny to not notice. She eats grains of rice and I can see it. Also, Dylan's a good guy and he already told me. Said he wants to marry her but she's being squirrely. I wished him luck and told him she was probably being coached by you and Sabine."

"So, I did all this for nothing?"

He deliberately made a show as he undid the button of his pants while he gunned the engine.

"Sweetheart, I might be older than you, but I haven't lost all my faculties yet. If I see an opportunity, I'm taking it. Where are we going?"

She leaned forward and plugged the address in the GPS. "I can't believe I got played."

"You offer me up as a sacrifice to your mother frequently. This is payback. The best kind of

payback. The kind I actually benefit from." His green eyes flicked wickedly in her direction, "I believe you were about to demonstrate some flexibility?"

Her heart full, Isabella gave an exaggerated sigh, "the things I do to keep my old man

entertained."

As the car peeled through the garage, anxious to hit the road, he flicked his eyes to his wife

and smiled as she relaxed against the seat, unconcerned with the fact he was driving her sports car through a brand-new course with increasing speed. Their trust and love knew no limits and once the car spun out of the tunnel and peeled onto the private road, he hooked his arm around her neck and pulled her close to him.

"I love you Isabella," he whispered in her ear. "I'm glad you're home safe."

"I love you too, Torres." She kissed his cheek, as he kept his gaze on the dimly lit road ahead,

"but we're not home yet." She put her hand on the gear shift since could no longer reach with her tucked against him.

"Wherever we are together, is home." He offered as she shifted the car while he pressed the clutch. "We make a damn good team."

"We sure do," She giggled just as the car hit the paved road of the city owned street, "Grandpa."

As he cursed and swore at the taunting name, Isabella knew no matter what life threw at them, he had been right. Home was where they were and there was no other place, she would rather

be than with her billionaire bodyguard.

The End