Hostage (Bodyguard #1)(53)

Ensuring there were no other immediate threats, Connor pulled Alicia to her feet.

‘Are you hurt?’ he asked.

‘Me?’ gasped Alicia, panting from the shock of the attack. ‘I should be asking you.’

‘I’m fine.’

‘But I could have sworn he stabbed you.’

Lifting his black T-shirt, Connor inspected his ribs. There was a small round bruise forming, but the knife hadn’t penetrated his skin. He thanked his lucky stars for the stab-proof T-shirt Jody had given him.

‘Just missed me,’ he said, quickly lowering his shirt so she didn’t question his miraculous survival.

They turned their attention to the two gang members who lay unconscious on the road.

‘I can’t believe it,’ said Alicia, studying Connor in a new light. ‘Where did you learn to fight like that?’

‘I’ve trained a bit in kickboxing,’ he admitted.

Alicia gave an astonished laugh. ‘A bit? You’re more deadly than Secret Service!’

‘Look, we have to get out of here,’ replied Connor. ‘There may be others.’

Hurriedly gathering the contents of Alicia’s bag, including his mobile, he noticed the panic alarm was already clasped in her hand. So that was why she’d been so determined to retrieve her belongings.

As they turned to go, three black limos screeched to a halt at the end of the alley. In a matter of seconds Secret Service piled out, guns at the ready. They cordoned off the area, three agents immediately surrounding Alicia. Two others began inspecting the comatose gang members and handcuffing them.

‘What happened?’ demanded Kyle, his eyes sweeping the alley for further danger.

‘We were mugged,’ explained Connor.

‘I can see that. I mean … back at the clothes store.’ He glared at Connor, clearly wanting to say more. But he held his tongue, realizing he couldn’t blow Connor’s cover.

‘It’s my fault, Kyle,’ said Alicia boldly. ‘I wanted a little adventure. On my own.’

‘Well, you certainly got it,’ he replied, struggling to maintain his professional composure. ‘You could have been  seriously hurt.’

Alicia shook her head. ‘Not with my knight in shining armour by my side,’ she replied.

Smiling, she took Connor’s arm and strode off towards the waiting limo.





‘What were you trying to prove?’ Dirk demanded, his steel-blue eyes boring into Connor. ‘That you’re some sort of hero?’

‘I was just doing my job,’ replied Connor, sitting on the opposite side of the conference table in the Roosevelt Room. As soon as they’d returned to the White House, he’d been summoned to the West Wing by the Director of Secret Service for a crisis meeting. Kyle had already been grilled by the director and now it was his turn.

‘Your “job” is to inform Secret Service immediately of her intentions.’

‘I’d have broken Alicia’s trust if I’d done that.’

Dirk gave a hollow laugh. ‘Trust is the last thing you should be concerned about. Your very presence is a deception.’

‘That wasn’t my choice,’ replied Connor, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. ‘But, if Alicia’s going to run away, isn’t it better that I’m with her?’

‘Not if you introduce her to city gangs!’ he snapped, hammering the mahogany table with his fist. ‘You put Alicia’s life at great risk, boy. As you well know, your appointment was against my better judgement. And I’ve been proved right. You’re a tragedy waiting to happen, Connor Reeves.’

Before Connor had a chance to defend himself, there was a knock at the door and the President’s secretary popped her head round.

‘Dirk, the President will see you now.’

The Director of Secret Service shot Connor a withering look. ‘I hope you’ve got a thick skin, because you’re about to be flayed alive.’

Connor swallowed nervously. He thought he’d done the right thing. And he had protected Alicia when it mattered most. But now he questioned his judgement. Even he realized that they could have avoided trouble if he’d just pre-warned Kyle. But it was too late to change that. He had to live with his decisions. Bracing himself to be sent home in shame, Connor followed the director and Kyle into the Oval Office. President Mendez was standing by the window, his back to them. The White House Chief of Staff, George Taylor, was also present. He greeted them with a strained smile.

‘So what happened?’ asked President Mendez, his expression grave as he faced them.

Dirk stepped forward and gave his report. ‘First and foremost, your daughter is safe and unharmed,’ he began, before proceeding to deliver an account that was more or less accurate, although Connor’s actions were not presented in a favourable light. ‘So you see, Connor’s lack of communication and disregard for protocol resulted in your daughter being placed unnecessarily in harm’s way. Fortunately, as soon as the panic alarm was triggered, my Secret Service team secured her safety,’ Dirk concluded.

‘Why couldn’t you just track Alicia’s position like the last time?’ asked George.

‘She switched off her cellphone,’ explained Kyle. ‘Alicia’s got wise to our tricks.’