President's Daughter's Bodyguard-Chapter 115: Taken From His Arms…

Chapter 115: Taken From His Arms

Danielle didn’t even wait for Theo to finish breathing. She shot up from the bed like a spring, her hair looked so wild and her smile was even wilder.

She stood on the mattress and began jumping like a child who had swallowed a whole bowl of sunshine.

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Theo, yes. I want to marry you. Of course I do. I love you!"

Danielle kept bouncing until the blankets twisted around her feet. Theo stared at her with a stunned expression and a soft kindness he had never felt in his chest before.

"You are going to break the mattress," he said, but his voice carried a smile.

"I do not care," she replied. "I am getting married to you. I am marrying you, Theo."

She jumped again and almost slipped, and Theo caught her around the waist, pulling her down into his arms. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

He kissed her so strongly she melted into him. Her laughter filled the villa like light breaking through a stormy sky.

Before she could say another word, the distant roar of engines reached the room. Theo immediately glanced through the big window, and Danielle looked at him.

"The jet," he whispered.

He helped her off the bed and quickly put on his clothes. He checked the window and saw the private jet landing behind the villa.

Four men in black suits jumped out and began walking toward the door carrying stretchers and luggage containers.

"Finally," Theo muttered. "Frank will get the respect he deserves."

He carried Frank’s covered body out from the bedroom table and laid it carefully on the stretcher the men brought.

They nodded without a word. Their faces had no reaction and looked cold, but Theo was too tired and too drained to examine their expressions.

"Take care of him," Theo ordered.

The men bowed slightly and carried the body toward the jet.

Danielle touched Theo’s arm. "We should go. The sooner we leave this place, the better."

Theo agreed. He gathered their bags, Danielle’s clothes, the weapons Frank left them, and a few supplies. He didn’t want to spend another minute in this villa where so much had gone wrong.

They stepped outside. The dirt beneath them still smelled like gunpowder from the attack last night, and the wind whipped through the trees like something unsettled in the shadows.

The jet staircase was narrow and high. Danielle looked uneasy, and Theo placed a hand on her back.

"Go in first," he said. "I do not want you behind me. It doesn’t feel right."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes. Please. Just go ahead. I will be right behind you."

Danielle nodded. She placed her foot on the first step, lifting her hand to hold the railing. The air carried the heavy smell of fuel.

Everything felt too quiet and controlled.

Danielle felt the hair rise on the back of her neck. Something was wrong...

She turned her head over her shoulder toward Theo.

"Theo," she hushed. "Wait. Something is not-"

She didn’t get to finish her statement...

The four men who had taken Frank’s body suddenly moved in unison. They turned as one, like trained machines.

Theo barely had time to react before one of them slammed a hand into his chest, sending him stumbling backward.

"The hell are you doing!" Theo roared, trying to regain balance.

Another man lifted a gun and pulled the trigger.

The sound cracked through the air like thunder.

Theo felt fire explode in his shoulder. His vision flashed white, and he staggered, gripping the railing of the jet stairs to stop himself from falling to the ground.

Danielle’s mouth widened and a nervous sound escaped her lips.

"Theo!"

Two men grabbed her by the arms, dragged her up the stairs into the jet. She kicked and fought, her voice shaking from not understanding what the heck was happening.

"Let go of her!" Theo shouted. He tried to push himself forward, but the pain in his shoulder burned so fiercely he nearly collapsed.

One man shoved him hard, sending him down the steps. Theo fell to the ground on his knees, his hands dug into the dirt.

"Danielle!" he yelled again. "I am coming. Do not touch her. Let her go!"

The men ignored him completely. They dragged Dani inside the jet, slammed the door shut, and locked it. The engines roared louder. The ground trembled beneath Theo’s knees.

"Stop the engines! Stop them!!! Let me go!!!" Danielle tried to resist the men holding her whole body.

He forced himself to stand, ignoring the pain that was going through his body. He ran toward the jet, blood trailed behind him.

"Stop the jet. Stop it. She is mine. Do not take her. Do not touch her!"

The jet began to move across the field. Danielle’s scream pierced through the metal.

"Theo! Theo, please!"

Theo ran after the jet like a madman... His arm hung uselessly by his side, but he kept running, stumbling, gasping, bleeding.

"Danielle! I am right here! Hold on!"

But the jet accelerated. Faster. Faster. The dust lifted behind it, swallowing Theo in a cloud of dirt and heat.

Then the jet lifted off the ground.

Theo stopped running only because his body forced him to. He dropped to his knees, gripping the soil with shaking fingers as he watched the jet rise higher and higher.

"No. No. Please no," Theo whispered. His voice cracked. His chest felt like it was tearing open.

He stared helplessly at the sky, following the jet’s shape. His heart pounded so loudly he couldn’t hear anything else.

Then the night sky split open.

A violent explosion erupted in the air.

A fireball burst outward, bright and massive and horrifying.

Pieces of the jet scattered across the sky like dying stars.

His mouth flew open. A terrible sound rushed out, shrill and high, before he could even feel the air leave his lungs.

"Danielle!"

His knees buckled... He fell forward, hands sinking into the ground as hot tears blurred his vision. He watched the burning fragments drop through the sky and disappear beyond the clouds.

"Danielle," he muttered again, trying to believe it didn’t happen. "No..."

His voice was broken. It didn’t sound like him anymore.

But not even a second passed when the phone rang.

Theo barely heard it. He turned his head slowly, and saw his phone vibrate in the dirt next to his shaking hand.

He answered without thinking.

Zack’s voice came through the speaker.

"I told you not to threaten me...I took the last thing that you loved, Theo. You should’ve listened to me."