Guarding Stephanie- Chapter 6

This one is different from the others, but it wouldn't leave my mind. Please leave reviews , because they make me happy.

Binky's POV

I am new to Rangeman. In fact, I have only been here three weeks and just finished my orientation. After being in Special Forces, then an elite Bodyguard training school, I was ready for some security work. Rangeman was the best of the best, with the latest technology, the best clients, and the most badass guys. That is an area where I fit perfectly. I have huge, bulging biceps, I can bench more than 250 pounds and I was first in my unit at hand to hand combat. Plus, I simply love weapons. Guns, knives, nunchucks , it doesn't matter, I never held a weapon I didn't love and couldn't use. And then there was the fact that my hands themselves were as dangerous as any actual weapon.

I excel in bodyguard techniques, and well, I don't want to sound conceited, but I am pretty fucking hot. I mean, I have actually had women throw themselves at me. Not that I really wanted a woman for anything but, well, the obvious. I have short black hair, and when I wear my mirrored shades, well, lets just say it makes women wet.

The last task required before getting permanent status at Rangeman was guarding Stephanie. Since any one at Rangeman could be called upon to guard Stephanie at any time, being able to successfully guard her was a mandatory requirement of employment. The guys had spoken about guarding Stephanie like it was harder than guarding fucking Fort Knox. Really, how much trouble could she be? She is just one woman, after all, a full foot and about 150 pounds less than me. I listen well, though, and I know that this one relatively small woman can elude guys twice her size. Part of the problem is her smile, or so I am told. I understand the problem is that she has a penchant for getting herself into some nasty situations, and has had numerous stalkers. Plus, she is also extremely stubborn and usually refuses to listen to orders. If one of us prevents her from doing something she wants, she goes to Ranger and then we get our asses kicked. So you have to keep her from getting hurt without preventing her from doing things that will get her hurt. And this is the one fucking thing that stands between me and permanent status, so I can't fuck it up.

I have been on a stakeout with Steph and I knew she talked constantly, and she expected us Rangemen to talk back. Well, that was not in my contract. I am the tall, dark, handsome, strong, SILENT type. Emphasis on silent. Lester and Bobby have been warning me to make sure I read the Handbook before I guarded her. Apparently, there is a special handbook just about guarding her. Goddamn, she's just a woman, how hard can it be to guard her? But my military and bodyguard training taught me to always be prepared, so I read and memorized the handbook. Plus, apparently I am supposed to be nice and gregarious around her. Well, I am trained to keep her alive and safe, not to fucking entertain her. And Hal warned me never to be so charmed by her that I would give her my weapon. Right. Like I'd ever give anyone my weapon. But now I have memorized the Stephanie handbook and I am taking her out. This week she has a new stalker. Apparently she attracts them like flies.

So I am currently driving the SUV with Stephanie chattering on and on .I have no fucking idea what she is talking about. I know she is safe next to me in the car, so I am driving and scanning to make sure we are not being followed. I am also noticing the GPS blip right on top of the SUV blip on the screen. It is the tracker in her purse. I can't help but be amused that the girl gets away so much they actually have to put a tracker on HER? Well, at least that will make it easier to find her if she gets away from me. Which, I am told, she tries to do. Well, not on my watch.

Thank God there is a Dunkin Donuts. I stop and we go in to get her some donuts. Now, she will be quiet for awhile. She has stopped talking, but now she is making these sexy little moaning noises while she eats, almost like she's having an orgasm. I glance over and see her licking her lips, her head thrown back, having a sugar orgasm. That is so fucking hot. My pants instantly bulge and my hands tighten on the wheel, as I try desperately to keep my attention away form her hot little moans. At least she isn't talking anymore.

I pull up about two blocks away from the home of her current skip. I want to tell her to wait in the car, but from what the guys have told me, that will never happen. I check my primary weapon, my beloved Glock, to me sure it is ready. As if it ever isn't. I also have a tazer and pepper spray and one other gun on me. " Check your weapon, ma'am." I tell her. She looked at me and grinned, " I told you to call me Stephanie." "Yes, ma'am , Stephanie, check your gun." She tells me she doesn't have one. What the fuck? What kind of bounty hunter never uses a gun? I hand her one of mine. Not that I am letting her close enough to need it.

I walk towards the door, keeping her behind me, as stealthily as a man dressed completely in black on a sunny afternoon can. I wanted to tell her to take the front and I would take the back, so she'd be safe, but that would mean letting her out of my sight. Instead, I made sure I was in front of her as I banged on the door. "Bond enforcement." Wow. Chasing low level skips is no challenge at all. The guy was apparently just sitting in his living room, waiting for us to come and get him. I'm glad Rangeman went after the dangerous ones, I'd die of boredom with these ones. Steph cuffed him. Damn, Steph with cuffs was Hot. I packed him into the back of the SUV and secured him with leg shackles to the floor. I drove Steph to the police station to collect the body receipt.

We turned in the wimpy guy and are just getting ready to leave, when Steph locks eyes with this tall, muscular guy across the room. I recognize this guy from the file as Joe Morelli, a cop and Stephanie's ex. They had parted on very bad terms. I take her arm to try to steer her around him. "Hello, Steph, who's this? Another one of Rangers guys? Are you banging them all?" Ok, I think fast and put myself between them. He looks at me, " I'll tell you, buddy, her technique needs some work. Never was very good with her mouth." From what I'd seen with the donut in the car, I doubted that.

I doubt Morelli would be dumb enough to hurt her in a police station with witnesses. I doubt she could hurt him physically, but part of my job is keeping her out of trouble and hitting a cop would definitely be trouble. I keep myself between them as she races towards him. " Morelli you fucking, scum-sucking pig. At least I am not the one whose slept with half of Jersey." She rushes past me and had her fist in the air. I grab her around the waist, and pull her away from him. She struggles against me, trying to get away, like that would happen. "Let me go. You have to follow orders so let me go." I tighten my hold on her, trying not to hurt her, but letting her know I mean business. "Not until you calm down. I follow Ranger's orders and they are not to let you get into trouble. When you calm down I will let you go." I feel her breathing start to calm and she starts to relax in my arms. I let her go, but keep my hands ready in case I have to grab her again. She just gives Joe an evil "Burg glare" and walks back to the SUV. She was pretty quiet on the ride to Vinnie's to get her bond.

We went into the bonds office and she collects her bonds. I pick up some high level skips for Rangeman. As we were walking back to the car, I see she is carrying a small package she didn't have before. "Where did the hell did you get that? What is it? Why didn't you let me see it first?" My danger hackles were rising. " Binky, relax, I know who its from. THE UPS guy dropped it off. Its probably the stuff I ordered online. I look at the package and its odd shape alarms me. It starts to rattle as she turns it. She should know better than to pick up packages. Shit! I grab the package and throw it down the street, then grab Steph and take her to the ground. The package lands a short distance from us and blows up, throwing us another few feet, and throwing debris everywhere. I grab Steph and we roll to try to lessen the impact. A piece of debris hit me in the back, but barely touches me.

After a moment, I get up to survey the scene. The bomb had been pretty powerful for its size, and at least one car on the side of the road had been destroyed. If Steph had been holding it went it blew…I grabbed her and pulled her up, visually surveying her for injuries. "Are you ok?, I shout at her. " Sure, she says, but she doesn't sound sure. That was when I noticed the blood on her shoulder. Fuck! Letting Stpeh get injured is definitely not good. "Let me see, I say." She stood up and said, "Look its just a scratch. Lets get out of here before the cops come. I don't want to see Morelli again, and he always shows up at my explosions. "We get back to the SUV and I call 911 to tell them there were witnesses to the explosion and we would be in soon to give statements. We at Rangeman always try to follow the law. Ok, well, sometimes. When it suits us.

Steph is pulling her shirt down from her shoulder and revealing a fairly deep wound with some debris embedded in it. Fuck. That was much worse than a scratch. " Ok, I'm getting you to a hospital. You should be in an ambulance." I put the SUV in gear and started to pull out. " No. I hate hospitals. You KNOW I hate hospitals." I remembered the manual and was glad I had Bobby on speed dial. If she needed stitches, he could do that. " It is just a scratch, just call Bobby, " she said. He had just answered the phone, " Brown" when Stephanie passed out. Ok, that was it, it was definitely the hospital.

She woke up when were were almost back to her place. The doctors had taken the debris out of her arm, given her stitches, shots of antibiotics and painkiller, and discharged her. I had carried her into the car and she had fallen asleep the second she hit the seat. Now, we were pulling into her lot, and she was just beginning to stir. I picked her up and started to carry her inside. She was awake, but seemed kind of loopy from the drugs. She pinched one of my biceps. " Ooh, Binky, you have the sexiest muscles, next to Ranger of course. " She put her head on my shoulder. I was ok with that, but nothing else. Then, she wrapped her arms around my neck. " Binky, did anyone ever tell you that you have very sexy eyes?" Sexy eyes? What the fuck. We were in the elevator, and I gently pulled her arms from around my neck. She was out of it and had no idea what she was doing , and I am not a pig who would take advantage of that. Besides, having sex with the boss's girlfriend was definitely frowned upon in every company.

I propped Steph up against the wall of the outside of her apartment , while I drew my gun and swept the inside for danger. I wished she was staying at Rangeman, but she would be ok here. Bobby was meeting us here soon, and he'd watch her overnight. I pulled her into the apartment and carried her into the bedroom. She was asleep again, so I just took off her shoes and carefully put her into the bed, leaving her dirty clothes on. I was so not going to take them off. Bobby came in just them. Damn. I hadn't even heard him. "How's she doing?" he asked. He looked quickly at the wound and then covered her up again. He had left a date to come here and care for her. These guys must really love her. I was starting to see why. She was incredible.

Fifteen minutes later, I was back at Rangeman. Steph was snuggled safely and relatively healthy under Bobby's watchful eye. I went and reported immediately to Ranger, as protocol dicatated. He listened and then dismissed me.

I met Tank in the hallway. "Well, well, you survived. You kept Steph safe and saved her from a bomb and did everything exactly the way it says in the handbook. He gave me my permanent Rangeman ID badge and key fob. "Congratulations," you are now a permanent Rangeman employee.

I couldn't help but smile to myself. The hardest duty I would have at Rangeman would be guarding Stephanie.