Chapter 4 Sebastian
I went back to my area of the apartment and made several calls. If what Marfil had said was true, we were going to have to keep a much closer eye on the youngest of the Cortés sisters.
Wilson answered on the second ring, and after explaining the situation, he took the necessary measures for the time being, until we could get one of Alejandro’s more experienced men to London. I knew the girl would be safe with him looking out for her.
The day seemed like it would never end. I had only been on the job a few hours, and I already felt claustrophobic.
I would’ve never chosen to serve as bodyguard for Marfil Cortés, but the boss had given me the order, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Babysitting a spoiled brat was not on my list of career ambitions.
I had received the highest possible score on the C-SORT and the physical tests to become a Navy SEAL.
This job should be nothing compared to any of that, but I was beginning to think it might require more mental effort than all the military intelligence tests combined.
Working for Alejandro Cortés was proving more difficult than I’d ever imagined.
Almost without realizing it, I found myself watching the computer monitor linked to the camera I’d set up in the apartment’s living room.
Marfil was lying against her “friend” on the brown leather couch as he rubbed her back until her eyes closed.
No one had alerted me to the existence of a possible boyfriend; I should’ve been informed.
I looked at the ebony color of her hair, contrasting magnificently with the ivory skin that did justice to her name.
Her enormous eyes, with their long eyelashes, seemed to follow me everywhere I went.
Her body surpassed any standard of beauty to the point that I sometimes lost my concentration whenever she was near.
The need to gaze at her, as if I were in front of a work of art in motion, became increasingly difficult to ignore.
She was beautiful. Even Samara couldn’t hold a candle to this girl.
I wasn’t usually too impressed by beautiful women, but I understood why her father wanted to keep her locked away.
I went to the mini fridge I’d brought in for my personal use, opened a beer, and took a swig.
With the computer in front of me, I clicked through the camera feeds in other rooms of the apartment.
I had placed cameras everywhere except for her bedroom and bathroom, which made me nervous, since it would be pretty easy for someone to enter through the bedroom window.
Marfil didn’t know about the cameras, and my instincts told me not to mention them for now.
I had a feeling that, sooner or later, her ignorance of them might benefit me.
My left hand unconsciously moved to my rib cage, to the spot right between the fifth and sixth ribs. The wound should’ve healed by now, but the infection had been bothering me for a couple of weeks.
I looked back at the living room feed and wondered, seeing her lying there asleep, if she had any idea of the danger she was in.