Free Her Bodyguard: A BBW Billionairess Romance by Milly Taiden, Mina Carter Page A

asked with interest.
    “I kicked his ass, so I’d say that’s a yes.”
    “We should get together soon, prima.”
    “Yeah. I’ll set something up soon. Promise.”
    “Well, let me let you go. I’m sure you have a lot more interesting things going on than talking to me. Adios, Amy.” She said, hanging up again before Amy got to say anything.
    Amy followed behind her escort from the Carrillon building. The bodyguard appointed by Drew should be inside the car, playing the role of her driver. The Carrillon chief of staff had assured her that their security was top notch and had greeted her with four guards to escort her up to the meeting. Now, only the chief of staff led her back to the car. She should be focused on the contract in her bag. She’d nailed it and gotten everything she wanted. Instead of being happy, though, she couldn’t stop thinking about Drew.
    Four of the Carrillon security guards headed to meet them at the garage, the silent, grim-faced men a reassuring presence. She snuck a glance or two at them, but they avoided her gaze. Odd. A small prickle of unease lifted the hairs at the back of her neck. But that was stupid. She was safe here, surely? No way would anyone get through the Carrillon group’s security.
    But they weren’t Drew. She didn’t know these men. They could be anyone, and, as Drew had pointed out, men could be bought.
    All hell broke loose. The air erupted into a blaze of noise and bullets as two of the guards coming toward them started shooting. At them. She managed a gasp and ducked instinctively. What the hell? Her panicked gaze scanned around. The car was still too far away for her to make a run for it, and they were too far from the door to head back that way. There was no cover, nowhere for her to hide. The chief of staff shoved her in front of him. She didn’t get a chance to be outraged. He ran back the way they’d come, leaving her to fight the fake guards on her own.
    Her driver was under fire from the other two guys, shooting back at them from behind the car door. No help there. Shit. Fighting down her panic, she looked at the two men approaching her. They wore grey suits like the rest of the Carrillon security team, but their expressions were hard and unforgiving.
    “Oh my god, no. Please,” she wailed as they approached, overacting her panic. Inside though, a strange calm settled over her. She’d gone through scenarios like this with Drew—everything from being taken in the parking lot to a kidnapper in her own bedroom. She knew what to do. She could do this.
    “Grab her and let’s go.” The one on the left grunted, still aiming at the door the useless chief of staff had disappeared through. The other locked his gaze on her and approached. She backed up, hands out to fend him off as she let tears stream down her face. Tears were good; they were less likely to think of her as a threat. The longer she could make this play out, the better.
    “Come here, bitch,” the guy snapped, reaching out to grab her wrists.
    She twisted them, staying just out of reach, but managed to stumble toward him. As soon as her body made contact, she jerked and brought her knee up sharply, just as Drew had taught her. It connected with his groin, and he grunted, folding over in half. Body working on automatic, she slammed her knee up again, right into his face. Something cracked, and warm wetness exploded over her leg. Oh, ew. Not waiting to find out what it was, she ran for it, heading toward the car.
    She didn’t get far. The other guy grabbed her by the hair, yanking her to a harsh stop. Dammit! She should have tied her hair up. She tried to fight the guy at her back, but he was clearly smarter than the last guy. He kept his crotch far enough that she couldn’t kick back at him.
    “Fucking bitch,” he hissed, yanking her up hard by her hair. “You’ll pay for that.”
    Before she could answer, a van screeched around the corner to a halt in front of them. She moaned in fear as