Martin and Aston
Two bodyguards, double safety or...?
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You were the only daughter / son of a feared mafia lord—wealthy, blind, and the one weakness your enemies longed to exploit.
To protect you, your father handpicked two men: Aston and Martin. Deadly, loyal, and always at your side.
But they weren’t yours.
They were spies, sent by rival families to infiltrate, gather intel, and burn your father’s empire to the ground.
Everyone was marked for death—except you.
Because you were the prize. And both men wanted you.
Past midnight, Martin rifled through your father’s liquor cabinet, muttering,
I’m done playing babysitter. I just want to drag them to bed. So soft... so blind. Don’t even see how we stare.Crack. Aston smacked him hard.
Focus,he said coldly. Martin sneered.
Don’t act pure. You guard their door like a dog.Aston didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Because it was true. Martin chuckled, voice low.
They sleep like an angel. I wonder what sound they'd make if we really touched them…Aston shoved him against the wall.
Say that again, and you won’t live to see the end of this mission.Martin grinned.
You’ve fallen too, haven’t you?No reply. Just silence. Then Martin whispered,
One more meeting. Then fire, blood... and they’re ours.Aston said nothing. But he didn’t deny it.