Bodyguard Confessions. Donna Young

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      “Anyone else wish to come forward?”

      “You cannot kill us all,” came the reply. A chorus of grunts followed his remarks.

      “Move one more inch and you will be the second to die, Zahid,” her captor responded.

      Anna gasped, recognizing the name. Zahid Al Asadi, cousin to King Jarek Al Asadi of Taer. The betrayal knifed through her.

      Zahid salaamed, his black eyes flickering first over Anna, then Rashid. “We meet again, Miss Cambridge.” Anna’s gaze shifted toward the middle of the half circle until it rested on the man who spoke. Dressed as the rest with black robes and his red headgear, he wasn’t large in size. A good head beneath most of the men, with shorter legs and a fairly broad upper body. So large in fact it made him look top-heavy.

      Before Anna could answer, Zahid turned toward the stranger. “And you are?”

      The giant shook next to her. But when she spared a quick glance, she saw the set of his shoulders, the narrowed eyes and knew it wasn’t fear that caused him to vibrate, but rage. “I am a man holding an M4 assault rifle,” the giant rasped. Anna heard the click of the weapon, saw the Al Asheera shift back before he continued. “The bullets will cut most of you down in three seconds. Starting with you, Zahid.” Without hesitation he grabbed Anna by the scruff of the neck and brought her forward.

      “You, in turn, will be firing at me and this woman.” When she cursed him and struggled, he tightened his grip. “Be quiet,” he snapped, his gaze not leaving the mob. “This is the daughter of the president of the United States. In her arms she holds Prince Rashid Al Asadi. What do you think will happen when they die in the cross fire?”

      Zahid’s stance shifted, but not before Anna noticed the tight fists at his sides. “All right.” Zahid’s words were slick with oil, his tone cajoling. “You have made your point.”

      The stranger released Anna. “As of this moment, they are my property. But I am more than willing to…sell them for a price.”

      “If you care about our cause, you—”

      “I have no allegiance to your crusade. I care only about their worth in ransom.”

      Surprised, Anna glanced up. So the man wasn’t Al Asheera. He might work for another faction of terrorists, but it did not matter at this point. Escaping from one man would be much easier than escaping from a dozen.

      “We will escort you into the palace,” Zahid responded. “And I will personally see you are rewarded.”

      The man’s laugh was no different than his words, low and raspy. He nudged Anna behind him. The temptation to run prodded her, but she managed to quiet the urge. If she ran now, they would have no alternative but to shoot.

      “I will find my own way to the palace.” Steadily, they backed away, the giant’s body now shielding her and the baby, his gun never wavering on the mob that followed. “Tell your father, Zahid, I will be in contact.”

      The giant swung his machine gun toward the jeep and let go a burst of gunfire. An explosion shattered the air, the jeep burned in a ball of fire, putting a wall of flames between them and the soldiers.

      Two of the rebels screamed in rage and rushed through the fire, but their robes caught the sparks and ignited. Some tried to save them, while others cried out and ran from the blaze.

      The giant fired into the remaining Al Asheera even as he pushed her back toward the vent.

      “Go through,” he ordered. “Now.”

      Zahid grabbed a man, using him as human shield. Bullets struck the man’s chest. Still Zahid held him.

      “Go!” When the giant’s weapon jammed, he threw it to the ground.

      Anna hit the dirt, clutching Rashid. She slid back through the open vent, losing her slippers in the process.

      For a big man, the giant moved with an eerie swiftness. She hadn’t risen to her feet before he stood beside her. Once again looming over her.

      Desperate, Anna kicked the back of his knee and sent him crashing to the ground. Without waiting she started running, dragging her hand along the wall to keep her balance. His curses filled the air, but she didn’t let the viciousness deter her. Adrenaline pumped through her system. Her chest clenched, the panic swelled, threatening to collapse her already shaky legs.

      While the walls were brick, the ground was still dirt. Sharp pebbles bit into her feet, causing her to stumble more than once, but sheer willpower kept her from crying out.

      Suddenly, she was grabbed and pushed toward the wall. The giant’s body, hard and immovable, covered her and Rashid.

      Behind them an explosion hit the air, the tunnel shuddered and the earth trembled. The wall collapsed in a roar of rocks and dirt.

      Before she could gather her thoughts, he jerked away and grabbed her arm. “Grenades. Go!”

      They ran through the obscurity—him leading the way with unnerving accuracy.

      Only after long minutes did he stop.

      A cloak of darkness surrounded them, its air clogged with dust and smoke. Anna tried to draw in a breath, ease the weight of fear in her chest but there wasn’t enough oxygen in the air.

      “Shallow breaths.” The whispered order brushed her ear while his body pressed closer to her, its hard lines, the breadth of chest defined against her naked shoulders. A shiver of—what?—anticipation, fear—ran through her.

      “We are safe for the moment. I detonated the grenades to stop them.”

      “You’re sure?” She struggled to find his outline in the pitch-black, unnerved by the detached voice floating above her head.

      “Yes, I am sure,” he answered with derision. “We are under the city. Far enough away to rest a moment. But only a moment.”

      “Good.” She snagged her knife, jabbed the point into his stomach, backing him up a step. “Now, if you don’t let me go, I’ll kill you.”

      Chapter Three

      “You are being foolish,” came the irritated reply. Anna couldn’t see him, but she felt him, his body vibrating with barely suppressed anger. “Without my help, you risk yourself and the baby.”

      “I have no reason to trust you or anyone else.” Another jab. This time the giant hissed. “So back off.”

      “I am Quamar Bazan, Miss Cambridge. Do you remember me?”

      “Quamar—” Her jaw snapped shut.

      Of course she recognized the name. Quamar Bazan had worked as an agent with Labyrinth, a black ops organization connected with her father. One she hadn’t found out about until recently. “I’m supposed to take your word for that? When I can’t see your face?” She jabbed at him again for emphasis.

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