Page 48 of Bodyguard My Heart

“That was fast.” His deep baritone filled my car speakers.

“My daddy sent the hit,” I said quickly. “He has another son. It’s Ashton’s brother. They plan to take over the cartel.”

“Breath, Samara, slow down, baby girl, so I can follow you.”

“Ashton’s brother is my brother. My dad wants him to take over the cartel. They are the ones that tried to kill you.” I slowed down my words, but now tears were pouring from my eyes. “My father tried to kill the man I love. My husband!” I sobbed.

“Fuck!” Demetrius shouted into the phone. “Where are you, Samara?”

“On my way to the hotel,” I responded.

“No, I’ll meet you at the gas station when you arrive. Get out of the car and go inside. Use another door and get in my car,” he instructed. “The stakes of this shit just went up, baby girl.”

“Okay!” I nodded as if he could see me.

“Do they know I’m alive?” I heard his car start on the other end, letting me know he was already en route to the gas station.

“No! I don’t think so.” I pulled up to a red light.

“Good, we have the advantage then. I’m leaving the hotel now–”

I didn’t hear the rest of what he was saying because my car door flew open in the blink of an eye, and I was snatched from the seat. A bag was immediately placed over my head.

“Ahh!” I screamed.

“Samara!” I heard Demetrius call out right before I blacked out.

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Demetrius

“Samara!” I shouted at the other end of the phone right before the call dropped. “Samara!” I called again.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I banged my fist against the steering wheel. I wanted to run to the scene and shoot every motherfucker within the vicinity, but by the time I got there, Samara would be long gone. I called back even though I knew she wouldn’t answer, but a nigga was panicking. I’ve never in my life been afraid of shit, but this had me spooked. The phone rang six times before going to voicemail, confirming what I already knew. She’d been taken. My mind raced a mile a minute as I dialed up Royale. I knew Polo wasn’t too far away from him. I needed to talk to the only people in this world that I trusted.

“They got Samara!” I shouted as soon as the phone call connected. There was no point in wasting any time. We needed a plan, and they needed to be on first thing smoking back to Florida.

“Hold up. Who... W-What? Meechie, s-slow down, nigga.” Royale stumbled over his words.

“Samara went to see y’all pops, and she ain’t make it back. She was on the phone with me. I just heard her get snatchedout of her fucking car.” I was talking fast, my head buried in my hands.

“Fuck!” Royale thundered. “Do we know who got her?” I could hear the panic in his voice. It matched mine.

“Your dad has another son, and since Samara thinks he ordered the hit, my money on y’all brother.”

“What?” Royale hesitated. “Run that shit back.”

“Your dad has another son,” I repeated. “Samara just met him at the jail.”

The phone fell silent, and I could hear rustling on the other end.

“What’s going on, bro? Royale just tossed me the phone and stormed out,” Polo questioned. I ain’t blame Royale for dipping. This was a lot to process at one time. He had a long-lost brother, his sister was kidnapped, and his father had sent a hit for his best friend. I was surprised he wasn’t knocking holes into the wall.

“Samara was taken,” I told him.

“Shit!” He let out a breathy sigh, and I ran down everything Samara told me over the phone before she was taken.

“How’s Royale?” I checked in on him.