Protecting Elijah by Hera Abyss
Blurb:
An MM Spicy Romance Novella
Babysitting the mafia boss’s son? Not exactly what I signed up for. But protecting Elijah? That’s a job I’d kill for.
Dmitri’s orders were simple: keep his kid out of trouble. Elijah might be the boss’s golden boy, but he’s no innocent. With a smart mouth, wild streak, and a body built for sin, he’s every kind of trouble wrapped in one.
I expected him to be a spoiled brat. What I got was an untamed force who makes me feel like I’d burn the whole world down just to keep him safe.
But there’s a problem—my orders are strictly professional, and I don’t do “professional” well when the man I’m guarding is making me crave things I swore I’d never want. He’s got his own demons, scars he hides behind that bad-boy act, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone use him again.
I protect what’s mine. And now? Elijah is mine.
There’s no backing down, no playing nice. Anyone who tries to take him from me better be ready to face hell. Because once I lay my claim, I don’t let go.
They f*** with Elijah? They’ll learn the hard way what happens when a man like me decides to protect what’s his.
⚠️ Trigger Warnings: Mention of past trauma, very graphic content and STEAM!
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As he walked in my direction, I glanced down at the sign, almost unsure if it was him. But then his piercing blue eyes met mine; his face the portrait of a stunning angel, and there was no doubt—this was Elijah Petrov. Except he wasn’t just angelic anymore. He was absolutely breath-taking.
Damn. A flicker of protectiveness surged through me, stronger than I expected. Not just the usual “bodyguard” feeling—something more. Something primal. A need to shield him, to keep him safe.
Control yourself, Connor.
I drew in a steady breath and kept my face neutral. “Elijah?”
He raised an eyebrow, giving me a once-over with a smirk that was almost challenging and some smart-ass remark that flew over my head. “…. You must be Connor. You’re here to make sure I behave, right?”
His tone was sharp, but there was a flicker of something behind it—like he wanted to test me, to see if I’d back off or push back.
I held out my hand. “Your dad sent me to keep an eye on you. Let’s get you home.”
His lips parted, perhaps to argue, but he quickly closed them again, nodding silently as he slung his backpack over one shoulder, without breaking eye contact. A glimmer of moisture lingered on his full, inviting lips, and for a fleeting moment, I envisioned putting my tongue right through them. Stepping outside into the crisp night air, I was struck by his vulnerability. He felt like a target in a world full of snipers.
We walked to the car in silence, my thoughts racing. Why the fuck had Dmitri brought him to this city of corruption? What did he think Elijah was gonna learn in a place like this?
Once we were in the car, I couldn’t help stealing glances at him. He stared out the window, seemingly lost in his own world. I pondered what was going through his mind—likely how much he despised this place, his parents for uprooting him, and me for being caught in the middle of it all.
“Listen,” I finally said, breaking the silence. “I get that this isn’t your ideal situation. But I have a job to fulfill. Your father—”
“Is a controlling asshole,” he cut in, his tone soft yet firm. “I’m aware.”
His candidness surprised me. “Well, he’s your dad, and I’m essentially your… protector.”
He turned his gaze toward me, a slight smile flickering on his lips. “You mean babysitter.”
I couldn’t help but smirk. He had no idea yet, but I intended to be much more than that. “Call it whatever the hell you want, but I’m still gonna be here.”
He chuckled, a light and melodic sound that caught me off guard. “Don’t worry, Connor. I won’t make things too hard for you.”
“Too late for that,” I muttered under my breath, but he heard me and laughed again.
As we arrived at the mansion, its imposing silhouette loomed in the dark. I stepped out, opened his door, and guided him inside. The house was eerily quiet, the ticking of the grandfather clock almost deafening in the stillness.
“This way,” I instructed, leading him to his room. He followed quietly, his presence oddly comforting despite the circumstances.
Once we were inside, he scanned the room, his expression unreadable. “Thanks,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
I nodded, preparing to leave. “Goodnight, Elijah.”
“Goodnight, Connor.”
After closing the door behind me, I leaned against it for a moment, my heart racing. I couldn’t shake the image of his dark hair falling carelessly over that smooth neck, his thin body toned and defined, with lean muscles flexing under his smooth skin every time he moved…. This wasn’t going to be simple. Not by a long shot.
As I made my way down the hallway, a rush of something I hadn’t felt in ages hit me; something perilously close to caring. This job had just become a whole lot more complicated.
Sighing, I headed to my own quarters. This was not in the job description, but he was mine to protect now, and I’d be damned if I let anything, or anyone, harm him. No one was gonna touch my boy. Not while I was on duty.
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