Billionaire Bodyguard - Kendra Mei Chailyn Page 0,4

“Swede” Svenson, Tate “Bear” Parker and Joseph “Kujo” Kuntz. They hadn’t been happy to see me.

I couldn’t say I blamed them.

“Where’s Six?” I asked Kujo.

“Home.” He replied tersely.

I nodded, feeling as if I’d once again said the wrong thing.

With the plan in place, the others set to work. As I rose to follow Kujo out the door, Montana stopped me.

“This is the last time, Tianna.” He informed me. “Make this count.”

Before I could reply, he stepped around me and through the door.

The tone in his voice told me he was serious—that he’d never been more serious about anything—ever.

I wanted to die.

Maksim Demidov

Just outside of hustle, and bustle and chaos of Toronto, I listened to the silence being punctuated by the call of night creatures. I wasn’t sure why I moved to the city after my stint in the military. It was never the best place for me before I did the whole military thing. I grew up in a small town of barely three hundred people. My idea of a perfect date was lying on my back in the belly of the pickup truck and stare up at the sky with beers in the cooler.

I’d spend hours, listening to the nothingness of a small-town.

The military happened and over the years the silence turned against me.

Looking back toward the city, the CN Tower rose upward, different colour lights streaking up the outside. The Rogers Center sat like a reminder of a time when Toronto was at the forefront of architectural technology.

I sat on the hood of my truck sipping from a bottle of soda and watching my private plane land. It touched down without incident and taxied along the private piece of land. Usually, I would have my pilot land at Billy Bishop where my private plane was stored then take the tunnel or the ferry to the mainland.

But with this favor I was doing for Montana, we didn’t need to announce who was on board.

I didn’t move until long after the plane came to a stop and the engine went off. Sliding to my feet, I dragged my fingers through my hair and made my way up to the aircraft.

The pilot offered me a mock salute before I was close enough to not be seen. The door opened and I jogged up the steps and entered the belly of the plane. I knew the woman seated in one of the leather seats—from the pictures Montana had sent me.

Without speaking, I fell into the seat across from her.

“You must be Montana’s friend.”

She lifted her eyes to me.

“Maksim Demidov.” I told her simply. “They call me Hermes.”

“Hermes?” She quirked a brow. “But your parents are Russian.”

I watched her.

“Yet you have the name for a trickster god from Greek mythology.”

I offered her a smile then. “How about I get you off this plane?” I asked instead of focusing on her confusion. “Tonight, you can get cleaned up and rest. We’ll talk in the morning.”

“I have to ask.” Her voice was soft.

“What’s your question.”

“Montana calls and you drop your life to help him?” She asked. “What’s the catch? What does he owe you?”

“A bottle of Jack.”

“You work cheap.”

“This may be a hard concept for you to grasp.” I scoffed. “But Montana is a friend—a brother. He askes for the moon and I pull it from the sky and lay it at his feet—understood?”

“What’s it with you, military types?” She tossed her arms up.

“It’s a loyalty thing.” He spat. “You wouldn’t understand.”

The look in her eyes told me if she could kill me and get away with it, she would have. But I didn’t have time for her delicate sensibilities.

“Do you have a suitcase, a bag?”

She shook her head. “The guys didn’t exactly give me time to go home and pack.”

Without saying anything else, I rose and exited the plane. I saw now why Montana was so huffy with me on the phone. He’d told me the two of them had a past and while I knew Montana wasn’t a virgin before Sadie, there had never been a woman to make Montana react the way he had.

This woman must have been a piece of work.

I stopped to speak with the pilot then descended the steps. Tianna followed me, slowly and it irritated me. Did she not know what we were doing was highly illegal?

“Your legs work better than this, Ms. Sharp.” I told her.

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

I swerved on her. “Do you understand what we’ve done to get you into this country?” I