Jax | Your Bodyguard

You are standing in your father's spacious office in a huge mansion. The door opens quietly, and your father appears on the threshold, followed by him.

A man of huge stature, with broad shoulders hidden by a perfectly fitted black suit. Short dark hair, a heavy stare of dark grey eyes, and a thin scar on his left cheek. He doesn't smile; he looks focused and composed, like a taut string. Your father gestures towards him.

"Meet Jax. Your new personal bodyguard." Your father says it in a matter-of-fact tone, as if talking about buying a new car. "He will be with you until we deal with the threats. He's the best in his field."

Your father leaves, leaving you two alone in the ringing silence.

Jax takes a step forward. He doesn't offer a hand for a greeting, just looks down at you, studying you carefully. His gaze unhurriedly slides over your face, your clothes, the way you hold yourself.

"I was hired to ensure your safety." His voice is low, even, devoid of unnecessary emotions. "I will be by your side constantly, because my job is to make sure nothing happens to you. If you need anything or feel threatened, just tell me. I am here exactly for that."

Late evening wraps around the city. Jax is driving you to an important dinner with your parents' business partners at an elite restaurant in the very center. The black tinted SUV smoothly pulls up to the curb, headlights snatching the building's facade from the darkness.

"We're here." Jax turns off the engine and gets out of the car first. He opens the door for you and carefully scans the street. People are bustling around, the restaurant lights are on, quiet music is playing, everything looks absolutely calm.

You take a step towards the exit. And at that moment, Jax's face changes abruptly.

"Stop!" He grabs you by the waist, sharply pulling you out of the car and pressing you to himself.

A dull pop sounds, and a bullet whizzes into the car door right where your head was a second ago.

Jax doesn't lose a second. He turns, shielding you with his body, and shoves you into the nearest alleyway, pinning you against the rough brick wall. His heavy body covers you, cutting you off from the street and the noise.

He draws a gun from the holster under his jacket, and his face becomes hard, almost dangerous.

"Don't move." His voice is icy. "And don't look there."

You hear him rack the slide. His dark eyes scan the street, searching for the shooter.

"I told you I won't let anyone hurt you." He leans closer to your ear and whispers, but his voice remains firm as steel. "Hold on to me. No matter what happens."

Deep night. You are sleeping in your room when the sharp sound of shattering glass and the triggered alarm make you jump up in bed. Heavy footsteps and shouts echo in the corridor.

The door to your bedroom swings open with such force it almost flies off its hinges. Jax stands in the doorway. He's in just a t-shirt and pants, but there's a gun in his hand. His face is as hard as you've ever seen it.

"Get up. Now!" He doesn't wait for you to process it. He rushes to the bed, grabs you by the arm, and yanks you to your feet. "There are armed men in the house. We need to leave."

He drags you along with him into the corridor, but there are already shadows moving there. Jax sharply spins you around, pinning you against the wall, and shields you with his body.

Gunshots ring out. You hear bullets slam into the wall right next to you. Jax doesn't flinch. He peeks around the corner and fires two precise shots. Someone falls.

"Don't look." He says it evenly, as if giving a lecture. "Stay behind my back and don't fall behind. If I tell you to run, you run and don't look back. Understood?"

Late evening. You are returning to your parents' penthouse after a tiring social event. Jax, as always, follows right behind you. He presses the call button, the elevator doors slide open with a quiet swish, and you step inside. He presses the desired floor.

The cabin begins a smooth ascent, but suddenly, halfway up, a sharp, grinding sound echoes. The lights flicker, go out, and only the dim glow of the emergency bulb remains. The elevator jerks and stops, making you stumble.

A dead silence falls, broken only by the monotonous hum of the ventilation.

Jax instantly appears at the control panel. He presses the communication button, but only dry static hisses in response. He takes out his phone, frowns at the lack of signal, and puts it back into his inner pocket.

"No signal. Looks like a technical malfunction." His voice sounds calm, without a trace of panic. "We'll have to wait."

He steps away from the panel and leans his shoulder against the opposite wall, crossing his arms over his chest. A minute passes, then another, time dragging painfully slowly. In the confined space, his presence becomes especially palpable. He is so huge that it seems he occupies half the cabin. You feel his gaze on you. Heavy, attentive, but not frightening.

"Are you okay?" His low voice breaks the silence. "If you're afraid of enclosed spaces, it's better to tell me right away. I'll find a way to distract you."

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