I Didn't Ask For A Bodyguard!

♂Aaron of Aces♂

^Aaron in a suit~!

**Not Edited (Please ignore the grammar and spelling mistakes. ;A;)**

At the age of five, I became desensitized to death and all things that caused it. I get rid of people who can't pay their debts because that's how I'm repaying mine.

I've become an Ace at what I do.

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♂Aaron POV♂

“Aaron, come in here with me for a sec,” My boss informed me, motioning me to follow him.

I nodded and put down my gun, following him into his big office. In fact, most of his items were big. His house, his car, his chair-

He’s totally compensating for something.

“Please sit,” Boss stated, though it was more of a command.

I sat in the plush white chair, leaning back and eyeing him as he shuffled around the room before returning to his desk with a bottle of scotch.

“You want?” He asked, offering me some.

“No.”

“So rude,” He tsked, clicking his tongue.

“I’m not paid to be nice to you. In fact, I don’t get paid at all,” I drawled, giving him a sarcastic smile.

“So bitter. You know, you should be more like your dad and brother.”

“Yeah, no. Now tell me what my goddamn mission is before I have to be in your presence any longer,” I muttered, eyeing the file sitting on his desk.

The more missions I get, the better. Gives me distance between the Boss and myself so I don’t end up shooting him or thinking up ways to end his pathetic life.

“You’re going to play bodyguard for a year,” Boss stated, sliding the file over to me.

“What?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. Usually I get more high risk missions. Babysitting a girl? What the hell was this, demoting me?

“The girl is the sole survivor of the newest incident- the one with the party where thirty nine of the highest socialists of California were killed. She was a daughter of the parents hosting the party.”

“Why can’t you get a girl bodyguard to do the job?” I asked, narrowing my eyes. “Did rich posh girl ask for a guy bodyguard?”

“Most of the girl bodyguards are away on leave or already on a mission,” He informed me, leaning back in his chair. “It should be an easy mission for you.”

“That’s why I don’t want it,” I said, sliding the file back and standing up to leave.

“Oh… Well if you turn this down your chances of paying back your mothers hospital debt just went down,” Boss said, hiding his smirk behind the small glass of scotch.

I glared, grabbing the file from his desk and turning to exit the room.

 “I knew you’d see it my way,” Boss yelled, causing me to freeze with my hand on the doorknob. “You would make your father proud. I knew you had potential when I saw you. I was right to bring you into this world.”

“You’re a sick bastard. Fuck you,” I growled, slamming the door behind me to his dark chuckling.

I opened the file up and cocked my eyebrow, skimming through the mission details and content.

A picture of a girl with black hair, sticking her tongue out at the camera greeted me. I stared in amusement at the photo before reading on.

14 years old. Female. Blood type O-. Has Hemophilia, a rare bleeding disorder. Hobbies include-

Riding unicorns and eating a sugar castle?!

“Fucking fantastic,” I muttered, slamming the file shut. “I get to babysit a fourteen-year-old with the mind of a five-year-old. My life can’t get any weirder than this.”

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A little insight into Aaron! Yep, he's Aria's new bodyguard! I suck at doing guy POV's so I'm sorry if it seems girlish. *sobs in corner* Anyway, thank you so much for reading! Comment? Vote? Thank you!