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The Guardian(3)

By:Jordan Silver


Losing both parents at the same time at such a young age had been a horrible blow and still was, but I’ll grudgingly admit that he’d gone above and beyond to make life easier for me, the jerk.

I remember him coming to the school to pick me up, and me knowing without being told, that something bad had happened.

He'd taken me home and held me on his lap as he broke the news. I'd fallen apart completely that day, but what I remembered most, was that he had let me grieve. He never once tried to stem the flow of my tears or the railings and screaming tantrums I had for days and weeks after. And when I had destroyed my room, breaking and tearing apart anything I could get my hands on, he just held me close, rocking me to sleep with soothing words of comfort.

The days following would've been damn near impossible, if not for his presence and his patience. I think it was during the worst few weeks that my feelings for him changed and grew, from a silly high school crush, to the budding true love of a young heart.

That sexy hair and those piercing green eyes, had been starring in my dreams more and more, and he had this way of looking at me, that made it seem like he saw right through me.



***

Our first year was mostly trial and error. I was usually a very happy go lucky kid; but with the lost of my parents, I sort of drifted for a bit, until I found my footing again.

It took a good three months before I stopped waking up screaming at night, and he was always there. I don't think he dated anyone in all that time.

The following year, things changed though. First, it was Talia Demarco; I hated that bitch with a passion. She was blonde, passably attractive and dumb as a stump; at least that was my assessment of her.

She lasted maybe half a year. Next was Cornelia Dumas, another blonde bimbo with the IQ of a duckling. By then I was almost fifteen and my hormones were going haywire.

By the time I reached sixteen, she was almost on her way out, though she 'd lasted a little longer than the other one.

He never allowed any of them to spend the night, so I had no idea where he found the time to be with them, though there were nights when he was missing in action.

Between Cornelia and Lauren, who’d lasted six months, there were a few stragglers.

Then came Sonja the BITCH. She was the front-runner as far as I could tell. I think the bitch had tried to talk him into sending me away to boarding school, the jealous hag.

I'd overheard plenty of heated discussions between them, in which he always staunchly refused to even consider it.

After that, I made it my mission in life to make her life a living hell, if only he would've been accommodating.

Since he refused to see things my way, I was doing the one thing he had ever forbidden me to do. I was going to marry Paulo Amici, the son of his sworn enemy. Maybe that would hurt him as much as his disinterest hurt me.





Chapter 3





I'm so scared right now, as I sit here in the room at the hotel, waiting to go down to my fate.

Why had I ever started this? I didn't love this boy; sometimes I didn't even like him. But he served one purpose, from the time he came on the scene Zared had taken notice.

Not the kind of notice I would've preferred, but it was notice all the same. It was more than I had been getting in the past that's for sure.

I don't know what his beef with the Amici family was about, and he refused to share. All he would say is that he forbid me to have anything to do with Paulo. So of course I ignored him. I was eighteen years old now after all, and though he was my guardian, I was pretty sure I no longer needed one, even if my dad had said until twenty-one.

I heard someone in the outer room. Maybe it was the maid, I didn't put the do not disturb sign out. I got up to investigate, anything to break up the monotony of my own thoughts.





***





"Get your shit and let's go."

"Za…Zared?" It was Zared alright, but not like I'd ever seen him. I backed away from the door as he stalked me.

"Get...your...shit."

"I can't. I'm getting married today, remember."

"Do not fuck with me today, my give a shit meter is extremely low."

He walked towards me and grabbed my arm bringing me up short.

"Hey..."

He looked the room over before dragging me back towards the door. "I guess there's nothing here you will miss, let's go."

"You can't do this." I tried pulling my arm away from his tight grip but he only pulled me harder before stopping and staring down at me in anger.

"Did you really think I would let you marry that boy, or anyone else for that matter, do you not fucking know me at all?"

Oh shit, I made Zared Costakis curse; he must be really pissed. In all the years we've lived together, I've never heard him use a bad word.

My body was trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. This is what I’d wanted after all, what I’d hoped for all the while I’d been planning this farce? His anger though was something new. I expected him to be displeased; that was his favorite emotion where I was concerned wasn’t it? But this was more than simple annoyance as I’d seen in the past.