Page 99 of The Heart You Kept

“Hi.” Angelo walks over. “Cold morning.”

“Freezing.” I smile. Angelo’s a guard from a few yachts down. We all know each other and chat while we fill in time.

“I heard about your bonuses.” He lights a cigarette. “Is it true?”

“What do you mean?” I glance back at the Prescott yacht, still no sign.

“Word on the street is that your team got a three-hundred-thousand bonus last month. Each.” He widens his eyes. “Surely not.”

I chuckle. “Who told you that?” We actually got more, not that I’d ever tell.

“Seriously, man.” He blows a thin stream of smoke into the air. “I need you to get me a job. My boss is a fucking tight-ass. I get a miserable hourly rate with no extras.”

“Our team is full.” I shrug, I get hit up for jobs on the hour by every guard we meet. “Everyone wants to be on Prescott’s team, you’ll need to get in line. Nobody in their right mind would ever give up this gig.”

And why would they, we travel the world, our food and accommodation are included, and we get paid a criminal amount of money.

“Who has to die for me to get a job?” he jokes.

“Seriously.” I laugh. “It’s probably the only way.”

“That’s it,” a woman screams from the deck of a yacht down the marina. “I’ve had it.”

We all glance over to the York yacht. “At it again.”

More yelling, more fighting.

“Do they even like each other?” Angelo frowns as we watch on.

“I heard they’re getting married.” Stefan shrugs.

“Surely not. He can’t marry her.”

From the corner of my eye I catch sight of Edward walking out onto the deck.

“Got to go,” I tell Angelo.

“Get me a job,” he calls as he walks back to his post.

We meet Edward at the gangplank. “Morning, boss.”

“Morning.” He nods and walks past us; we fall in and walk behind him toward the waiting car.

More fighting echoes across the marina.

“I’m leaving,” she screams.

Edward gives the yacht the side eye. “Please. I beg of you.”

We chuckle as we walk.

“I have no idea what to do with you,” he calls.

“Tie her to the anchor,” Edward mutters.

We laugh again and arrive at the car and I open the back door of the Bentley. “Our flight to Zurich is on schedule, sir.”

He gets into the car and I close the door behind him.