"Episode 1 - The Mafia Job"

That motherfucker. I internally cursed at my boss and long-time friend Joel Montana.

When Joel told me about a security job, he didn't mention anything about being a fucking personal babysitter for a Billionaire asshole. 

A big belly, rich and balding 50-year-old with hormones of an 18-year-old and how much of that hormones were natural, I didn't want to know. I didn't give a shit.

I honestly didn't expect to be guarding a 5-star hotel room door on a Friday night. Especially a door that was kept semi open for any aspiring models to enter. The loud fake moans, grunts and forced laughs floated through the white and gold accented corridor. 

The security guard on my right kept trying to sneak a peek inside, every now and then. I rolled my eyes. My body was immune to any type of legal or illegal activities occurring in the room behind me.

After being honourably discharged from the Navy, I hadn't expected my life at home to be this difficult. Half of my SEAL buddies that had started with me, were either dead or in a rehab facility. Learning how to operate without a limb or two.

Shaking my head slightly, I sighed at my foolishness. If I hadn't taken that bullet to the back of my right knee, I probably would have been in a covert mission by now. 

Somewhere in the deep jungles of Brazil or snowy mountains of Russia. Since graduating high school, all I'd known was the Navy and then my SEAL team. 

After damaging my right knee cap like that, I couldn't carry on anymore because I wasn't as fast and agile like before, even though I was made of metal now. Unbreakable.

"When does your shift finish?" Damon, the guy relaxed a little, leaning back against the wall. His tieless suit did nothing to take away from his professional persona. Military style blonde hair and light blue eyes, with a hidden ear piece.

"I'm here the whole damn night. Double shift." I snorted.

"Ahh man, I wish I could join that." Damon smirked taking another peak. He smiled wide when a loud high pitched laughter and a woot came from behind, followed by more. 

It sounded like cat nails dragging on a chalk board. I couldn't remember the last time he was physically involved with someone. The mission kept me busy for a good couple of months then the injury lead to operation and rehab facility for a long time. 

Girls were the last thing on my mind.

"If you want to, you can. I'll keep watch." It wasn't professional but I didn't care. Damon looked tempted by the offer. His eyes nearly popped out, the smirk on his face widened.

"Nahh, I don't want to get my ass fired." He pulled one side of his lips downwards before turning back. "Besides, I'd rather do his daughter."

I scoffed. With the way, this man looked, his wife must have been a goddess for the daughter to turn out desirable. By the way Damon was acting, she definitely seemed more than desirable.

Not only that, I was shocked to realise that this man, who, had about six girls in his penthouse, had a wife. The idea of marriage was absolutely ridiculous to me. 

Many of my buddies came home to find their wives and girlfriends had found someone else. The distance and lack of communication tore families apart, hence, I opted to stay single.

What surprised me though was, when the Boss debriefed the Alpha team, there was no mention of his relationship status. No one bothered to ask or cared because his family wasn't here. Like my ex-C.O. would say, need to know basis my boy, need to know.

Our job was to escort this man to -and from- an "after hours" business transaction. One Billionaire from Hong Kong, two from Dubai, another from Russia and this man child was to meet in a couple of hours. We were also told about their own security team they were brining so we were all on high alert.

"I didn't know he had a family, that wasn't in our files." I just wanted to finish my shift and leave. We did not need his angry wife coming in and cause any drama. I groaned internally at the horrific thought. "Rich assholes with richer wives and spoiled daughters." I murmured under my breath.

"Oh no, the mother is dead, one of his enemies took her out and the daughter nearly died too. Well, at least that's what I heard from one of his usual Security Team." If I was still capable of emotions, I would have felt sorry for the daughter. 

However, I'd lost too many good men in the line of duty, seen innocent being slaughtered without a cause and it made me immune to sympathy or any kind of human emotion.

"But let me tell you..." He suddenly broke me out of my thoughts. "She's a fucking BOMBSHELL that one. I mean guys would rather get fired than not sleep with her."

"Huh." I wasn't interested and neither did I find it amusing.

A loud smacking sound crawled through the door followed by a moan and giggle. I banged my head against the wall, my trigger finger itching to kill something. Damon itched the back of his neck and then covered his pelvis with his hands.

"I don't know how a man who looks like a rotten tomato can get models like that." Damon scoffed.

"It's called money my friend."

I really wanted punch Joel in the face so instead I itched my palm. He fucking lied to me. Honestly, finding a job that had nothing to do with black ops missions and the Navy. 

Damon was gibbering on about money and women and the world going around or something and I chose to zone out for a while.

"Man I hate this shit." I involuntarily produced an exasperated sigh.

I was a goddamn trained sniper, Joel told me that I would be protecting someone important. Mason Capone was a rich criminal disguised as a businessman. I went from protecting the country to crooks.

I pulled a hand down face, hoping to gather up all the boredom and jitteriness in my palm and throw it away. Anxiousness consumed me. This is too easy, is it supposed to be like that? I wondered. I just didn't like standing around doing nothing. I was a thrill seeker and felt alive when staring into the face of danger.

The Sig-9mm in my waist felt too light, making me miss my weight of my sniper rifle and overloaded bag on my back, weighing me down.

"Ahh. You're having those withdrawals, aren't you?" Damon watched me with pitiful eyes. I caught his blue eyes flickered down to my right knee for fraction. "I've been doing this for a couple of months now, usually it's just making sure these guys don't murder each other."

I grumbled acknowledging what my life has come down to-

Static noise crackled through my ear piece before Julian's -team captain- voice across.

"Look alive boys, first limousine has arrived. Confirm package location." He inquired. Damon looked at me before raising his wrist to speak into the microphone disguised as his cufflinks. We were all equipped similar gear.

"Blue to Cap, the package is still in the box. Over." Damon did not look one bit broken about walking into the sex pit. Blue was his nickname because of his eyes. 

Even though it was baby blue his ego was so big, the boys couldn't even fuck with him because somehow the whole conversation would turn into him nailing some chicks at the back of some bar or in his truck or her apartment.

"Cap to Wolf, what's your status?" Wolf was a nickname given to me by my SEAL buddies on my first mission.

"Still waiting outside. We still have about half an hour I presume." I inquired. Julian was old school Army Veteran but fit like a cage fighter. I checked my basic digital wrist watch which read 19:29 which didn't match my crisp suit. I didn't care, it was the only piece of my past I still held on to.

"At twenty hundred hours. Execute as planned." I couldn't tell if Julian had a problem with me or not. He acted curt with everyone with a fierce permanent scowl. I let the irritant sensation go that crept up the back of my neck.

"Copy. Over." The elevator dinged and my head snapped back towards the sound, my gun glued itself my hand like second nature. The footsteps were impatient, like they were jogging down from the left hallway.

"Boss, I got a couple of bogies coming my way." I spoke into my wrist and stared down the intricately designed hallway. I could hear Damon rounding them up and telling them to move to the back of the suit over the intercom.

One. Two. Three.

Like a trained sniper I drowned out the noise from my surrounding and waited for my target. My hand stretched out, body hidden behind the box wall and eyes focused between the front sight of my barrel.

A cold smile stretched across my face.

It's play time.

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This chapter was edited by CamileWilson. I couldn't be more grateful, so thank you Camile. 

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-Kat.