President's Daughter's Bodyguard-Chapter 104: The Red Arrival

Chapter 104: The Red Arrival

And just like that, Frank’s scream was like a dying animal’s...

Theo spun just in time to see the red bloom of blood spreading across Frank’s chest.

The shot came so fast that the sound reached them a heartbeat late, echoing through the stone walls like it was meant to be this way.

Like, Frank lived his life just to die here after telling the truth that didn’t belong to him.

"Aaah!" Danielle gasped and covered her mouth.

Frank staggered backward, having his eyes so full and wide in disbelief. His hands reached for air, grasping nothing.

His knees buckled as he collapsed onto the ground with a dull thud.

"Frank!" Danielle cried.

Theo was already moving.

He dropped to his knees beside him, pressing both hands hard against the wound, even though he knew.

There was too much blood. Too much force. And the angle was perfect. The sniper wanted this one to count.

"Stay with me," Theo said in a shaking with fury voice that felt too big for his chest. "Do not die on me. Not now."

Frank’s breath rattled. His eyes rolled, but he fought to look at Theo.

"I told you... you want a war..." Frank whispered. The words came out wet and broken. "This... is it..."

"Save your strength," Theo growled.

Frank gave him a weak, tragic smile. "You always had that... stupid temper... just like him..."

"Frank... Do not do this. Not now..."

Frank’s hand lifted shakily, reaching for Theo’s arm like he wanted to give one final warning. His fingers touched him, but there was no strength left.

His head fell to the side, but his eyes stayed open.

The breath left his body in a slow, final sigh.

Danielle choked on a sob, her hands immediately started trembling like an earthquake. She stepped forward, but Theo’s arm shot out, stopping her before she reached the blood.

He looked down at Frank’s lifeless face and whispered something so soft she almost missed it.

"I told you not to touch me."

His jaw was shaking, and his fingers pressed harder against the already still chest.

A silence wrapped them like an old-massive cloak that was just too big for them to wear it.

It felt wrong...it was so wrong...

Then everything inside Theo decided to change.

He stood up slowly, like someone rising from a grave. At first, he said nothing and only stared in the direction the bullet came from. The treeline. The shadows. The vantage point.

His eyes and eyebrows rose like something Danielle had never seen before. Not even when they first met. Not even when he broke bones protecting her.

There was murder in his eyes that was so cold, clean and most likely absolute.

Danielle touched his arm gently. "Theo... we have to go inside."

He didn’t want to go.

"We cannot fight someone we cannot see," she insisted.

Still nothing.

Then Theo finally inhaled. A deep, controlled breath that should have calmed him but only stoked the fire in his veins.

"He was my family," Theo muttered. "I know I did not act like it. I fought with him every hour. I hated half the things he said. But he was all I had left of that life."

Danielle’s throat tightened to a painful sob. "I am sorry."

Theo turned his head toward her. His face broke her heart.

There was grief...But underneath it, there was a promise.

"I am going to end whoever did this. Even if I have to burn this whole island."

Before Danielle could respond, a slow clap echoed across the courtyard.

One clap at first, then two and eventually three.

The sound was casual, amused, completely out of place among the smoke and blood.

Danielle’s head snapped toward the voice.

A man stepped out from the shadows near the gate.

His steps were deliberate and slow, as if he had all the time in the world. The late sun hit him from behind, lighting the edges of his hair.

Hair that was long and red like fire.

And tied loosely at the back, strands falling around his sharp jaw.

He was tall....even taller than Theo. And he had the confidence that sent a cold shiver down Danielle’s spine.

His clothes were black, clean, untouched by the chaos he must have caused.

His eyes locked onto Theo with a cold curiosity, and then his lips went up.

His smile was so calm and so cruel that Danielle’s legs nearly gave out.

"Impressive," the man muttered. "You shielded her perfectly."

Theo stepped in front of Danielle again.

"Who are you?" Theo demanded.

The red haired man tilted his head. "You do not recognise me. Good. That makes this easier."

"What do you want?" Theo growled.

The man walked closer, unbothered by the flames or the smoke. He didn’t look at Frank’s body. He didn’t look at the burning helicopter. His eyes stayed on Theo like he was studying him.

"I only came to deliver a message," he said.

Theo clenched his fists. "Then say it."

The man smirked. "Hello, little brother."

Danielle gasped.

Theo’s breath stopped.

The man’s smile widened, and he stepped into the fading sunlight fully, revealing eyes the same shape as Theo’s but colder.

Much colder.

"Our Lord sends his love," the red haired man said.

"You," Theo called in a shaking voice. "You are the one who shot him?"

The man shrugged lightly. "He was in the way."

Danielle felt Theo’s muscles coil like a spring ready to strike. But the red haired man lifted a single finger.

"I would not charge if I were you. Not yet. You still need me alive."

Theo’s jaw clenched. "For what?"

"For the truth," the stranger said.

Smoke curled behind him like a halo of fire.

"And trust me," he added with a gentle laugh, "you are not ready for it."

Theo took a step forward anyway. The red haired man smiled wider.

"Careful," he whispered. "The next bullet will not be a warning."

Danielle grabbed Theo’s arm.

And before Theo could rip his arm free, before the next threat could leave his lips, the red haired man stepped back into the smoke.

Gone in seconds.

"Come to my place. Our dear, Helena needs to fulfill her duties."