"Get me another bodyguard! I don't want this one." I stormed into my father's room and stated to him.
He was writing something when I stormed in. He dropped his pen down and removed his reading glass. "I thought we've been over this, Cass."
I crossed my arms defiantly, "If I'm going to get a bodyguard, I need one that will at least listen to me and this one doesn't!"
"You mean who you can order around?" My father asked softly.
"I don't see the difference."
He sighed and rubbed his head, "Cassia, he is the best at what he does. He will take good care of you, my dear."
"I don't want his care! I want him out of my life!" I shouted.
I heard my bodyguard snort behind the door and I felt like hitting something.
"This is one situation you won't get your way. He stays." My father raised his chin stubbornly, speaking to me in an authoritative way he hasn't used for me in a long time.
My lower lips wobbled and tears filled my eyes.
He saw it and he didn't like it. He never did. "Cassia please...." My father sounded so defeated but I wasn't ready to back down.
I was about to say something else when the door suddenly opened and my bodyguard stormed in. I was surprised when he jerked my arm and started dragging me out of the room.
"How dare you!? Let me go right this minute!" I ordered as he dragged me out.
I looked back at my father, waiting for him to shout at my bodyguard and punish him for his insolence but my father looked....relieved?
What!?
"Let me go!" I shouted as he dragged me down the empty hall.
?Maximilliano's P.O.V?
"Stop being such a brat." I gritted my teeth after a came to a stop.
She fling her arm that I was holding repeatedly until I let her go.
"You have no right to stick your mouth into my business, you damned awful man!" She spat at me, fire blazing her eyes.
I would have liked her spirit, if she isn't so annoying. The girl has fire in her, I'll give her that.
Of all the spoilt brats I've ever protected, this one tops the list. She can try the patience of a saint.
"Your business is my business, 'Princess'. The day you get it into that flee-brain of yours is the day you have a little bit of sense." I snapped, my patience at it's limits.
She raised her hand to my cheek but I caught it quite effortlessly. "You don't want to do that." I groaned quietly.
She snatched her hand away, her eyes blazing fire. "You don't know who you are dealing with, Mr Bodyguard. I can make your life hell!" She shot out angrily.
I don't doubt that she can....on another man she can.
Looking at her blazing eyes, she looked so beautiful. So beautiful, I would have been a little interested in her if she isn't so spoilt.
"Are you done throwing tantrums like a child? Let's go when you are."
"You will regret this trip if you make it with me." She vowed angrily.
"Too bad for me, then." I don't really give shit.
If not that I gave the general my word and that my word is law to me, I would have been on the next flight back to Colorado.
She narrowed her eyes at me. Then, with her head held high, she twirled around like the princess she calls herself and stormed out, straight to the door.
Guns and Knifes are easier for me to handle than brats. Castia is really a handful.
I imagined myself here a month later. I saw myself raving mad in my imagination.
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