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Chapter 2: A New Protection Plan.
Emmett:
"Emmett, don't you think it's about time you found yourself a proper job?" My father broke the silence whilst we were eating breakfast on the terrace.
I shot daggers at him. "Pops, I have a proper job, thank you."
"You haven't been working for the past six weeks, son." He'd obviously been keeping tabs on me.
"I know, if I don't get anything by the end of the week I'll get another job to put me on while I get some security work." I picked at my grapefruit that my mother insisted I ate. My mouth was watering at the thought of bacon, eggs and bagels. Ma said it's time for some healthy eating around here.
Whatever.
"Good. You're a good looking boy Emmett. Why don't you see if you can get in the modelling industry like your brother?" He gawked up at me from the morning paper, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.
I spat out my orange juice. "You can not be serious. Not a chance dad. Edward's photogenic and I hate to say it but he's a handsome bastard too. I'm just not really into all that posing and showing off. Edward on the other hand is not happy unless he's the center of attention." I shrugged. It was true, the whole universe had to revolve around Eddie boy.
"Don't I know it. Have you seen your baby pictures? Always shying away from the camera." My mother said enveloping her arms around my father.
"Oh, hey Ma. You cooking some bacon or what?" I asked cause I was fucking ravenous, the grapefruit just wasn't cutting it. I mean who the fuck actually eats that shit?
"Emmett, what have I told you? You need to start looking after your health... we all do. Edward and Bella are on their way over for breakfast. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me." she kissed my fathers cheek and sauntered back into the house.
I lived at home with my parents in a Mediterranean style village on a steep hillside overlooking Hollywood Boulevard. I loved it here. Even though we were in the heart of California it felt like we were in the middle of Spain. I grew up in this neighbourhood with my parents and my younger brother Edward. When Eddie married Bella and moved out, my parents decided to downsize and we moved into this house. I mean the place is still huge five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a large dining kitchen, games room and two pretty impressive lounges. Out back there was a swimming pool and a terrace that caught the sun all day. It was bliss.
My mom and dad were in the film industry. My father being a fortuitous movie director and my mother being a screenplay/script writer. So from an early age I was used to living the Hollywood lifestyle. Myself and Edward weren't spoiled as kids and had to graduate from school and get jobs. Edward got spotted by some modelling scouts and he's never looked back. I don't think he was planning on doing that for a career he was into his music but that's the way it went. He met his wife, Bella-who was also a model-on a shoot that he was doing for Armani and the rest is as they say 'history'.
I got into high profile security around four years ago. I loved my job and it seemed that plenty of people needed personal security in Los Angeles. I freelanced for the likes of Angelina Jolie, Adam Sandler... the list goes on.
I detected my dad had left the table so I went back to prodding the grapefruit around on my plate. "Please God, give me some bacon and eggs." I pleaded, looking up towards the clear blue sky.
Just like magic, a minute later my nose started twitching like a dog. The glorious smell of bacon engulfed my nostrils and I was on my feet pursuing the aroma. I ended up in the kitchen where Ma was cooking and Edward was sat around the breakfast bar with Bella.
"Yo dude." I said and gave my brother a fist pump before I smooched his wife's cheek. "How's my favorite sister-in-law this morning?"
"Em, I'm your only sister-in-law." She tittered and went back to reading a magazine.
"So big guy, whats up?" My brother catechized, slapping my shoulder.
"One minute." I told him and turned my full attention to my mother who was in possession of fried food. "Ma, have I told you how radiant your looking today?"
"Don't even think about it Emmett." She squatted my hands away from the plate.
"But..." I started.
"But, nothing. This is for your brother and Bella, look how skinny they are, they need to put on a few pounds." She alleged taking the mound of food over to them and setting it down.
Edward smirked at me then threw a bagel at my head, which I caught and launched it straight back, hitting him in his pretty face. Bella didn't even look up from her reading material, her hand just dived right in there and started shovelling my... my bacon in her gob. It's pointless those two eating anyway they never gain weight.
Skinny fuckers.
"Screw the lot of you. I'm going to the gym." I announced and ruffled Edward's hair as I paraded passed him.
"Dick." He muttered and ran his fingers through that ridiculous mass upon the top of his head.
"Language, Edward Anthony Cullen." My mother screeched. I boomed a laugh and meandered out.
I all but passed out at the gym, pushing myself hard after eating just a teaspoon of fucking grapefruit. That's why I went straight to McDonald's afterwards and demolished large big mac meal, it did wonders for my health... I felt like a man again.
When I arrived home at around lunch time, Edward was there alone. Ma had gone shopping with Bells and dad had gone to work. Edward and I swam for a bit, shot some pool in the games room for a while and then around five-ish we settled in one of the lounges to watch a film. We arrived at the conclusion of a Harry Potter marathon. We hadn't seen them in a while. We were such fucking geeks.
We were half way through the philosopher's Stone, when my cell phone rang.
"Emmett Cullen." I answered.
"Hello Mr Cullen. My name is Rosalie Hale. I need a bodyguard and I need the best. I was pointed in your direction. When can you start?"
I bolted upright in my chair, I couldn't believe who had called me. Rosalie Hale was my ideal woman. Christ, I've had wet, sticky dreams about her. I'd watched every film she'd ever made. Drooled over pictures of her in the local rags. I would say I was obsessed by this devastatingly beautiful woman.
I put my hand over my phone and started hyperventilating, much to my brothers amusement.
"Fucking, Rosalie Hale." I mouthed silently to Edward.
His eyes grew wide. "Talk to her then, idiot and calm the fuck down." He whispered.
I took a deep breath to compose myself. "I can start right now Miss Hale. Give me your address and I'll be there within the hour. We can discuss everything then." I scribbled her address down and ended the call.
"Fuck, bro. She wants me to work for her. Rain check on the Potter marathon?" I said gathering up my things in a hurry.
"Dude, don't worry about it. Go. Go protect the only woman you've ever held any interest too." He stood up and slapped my back. "You never know, while your working for her you could charm the pants off of her." He baited me.
"Man, I'm so nervous I could shit myself." I laughed uneasily. I had wanted to meet this woman for as long as I could remember. I never thought she would request for me to work for her.
I left the house in a hurry, jumped in my hummer and drove the streets of LA to Rosalie's address. I pulled up outside huge wrought iron gates and pressed the button on the intercom. After I explained who I was to a woman with an extraordinarily high pitched voice, the gates opened and I eased my way up the driveway.
As I rolled up outside the house, the front door swung open and Rosalie hurried out with another woman in tow. Rosalie was even better looking in the flesh. Tall, slender, and hotter than hell. I hopped out of my vehicle and went to meet them on the doorstep.
"Hello, Miss Hale. It's a pleasure to meet you." I outstretched my hand to shake hers.
She took my hand and gave it a firm shake. "Nice to meet you too. Thanks for coming on such short notice, I'm sure your a busy man. I appreciate it."
"It's not a problem." And it really wasn't. Even if I'd been protecting fucking Obama himself, I would have ditched his ass and raced over here. But she didn't have to know that. "You sounded scared and a little demented on the phone. I guessed you needed me a lot more than anyone else." I got somewhat excited when I said that and giggle-snorted.
Rosalie and the short woman stood beside her side-eyed me curiously then let out small giggles. "Please, come in." Rosalie gestured with her arm to the door.
I followed them inside and was in awe of the house. I was led through a light and airy foyer with the staircase in the middle that forked out into two passage ways at the top. We walked past a great room with plush couches and fabrics all black, silver and white in complexion.
The kitchen was humongous. Wall to wall storage cupboards. Stainless steel appliances everywhere. The whole light pink and black colour scheme and the items within it resembled and nineteen-fifties-style diner. I liked it a lot.
We all took seats around the table where there was two open laptops and some kind of documentation laid out.
"Can I get you a drink?" Rosalie asked.
I shook my head. "No, I'm good thanks. So are you going to explain to me why you require my services?"
"Well, the cunts...um...police think I'm being over dramatic but I received this in the mail today." She handed me a piece of paper.
I studied it for a few minutes. There was a message saying 'we're watching you'... not quite a death threat but still creepy. It was made from magazine and newspaper cut-outs like you'd see in the movies. "I don't think your over reacting. This is extremely unnerving and alarming. What the police seem to forget is that you're not just a normal woman living in LA. You are famous, a celebrity and with that comes a great deal of greed, jealousy and enviousness from people who want your life or feel the need to punish you for your success. The police merely see you as a number, an extra case to ruin their coffee and sugary treat indulged days." Both women were looking at me with hint of admiration and nodded in agreement. I gave them a beaming smile and continued. "The first precaution we need to take is securing the perimeter."
"I've already done it, surveillance guys are coming first thing tomorrow." The small woman exclaimed. "I'm Alice by the way, Rosalie's PA." We shook hands.
"I don't feel safe in this house anymore. I would require you to stay here. You will have your own quarters. Will that be a problem?" Rosalie rushed out.
That was definitely not a problem for me.
"No problem, if I'm going to be staying here, I'll fly home now and gather some things. While I'm gone I need you to write me a list of all people staying in this house and who is authorized to enter the premises." I said standing up.
"I will do. Here take this." She gave me a key card for the front gate and I headed out.
Once I was out of sight in my car I pinched myself to see if this was really happening. This job was going to be like no other. I always went in to a job with the mindset that I would do everything in my power to protect the person who hired me. This time I was going in to this job with my head and my heart. I had finally met the woman that I had fantasized about meeting for so long. And nobody was going to harm her... not on my fucking watch.
This was a protection plan worth fighting for!
This weeks rec' is anything by TroubleFollows1017 but especially 'Fridays at noon'
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