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SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E16)🩸🔞
By:- Adewole Kelvin
“DESPERATE MEASURE”
Omni-pov
As the day went on, the sun was absent from the sky, though there was still a faint brightness. A blue Challenger sped through a rural area dotted with a few farmhouses and cottages, kicking up dust in its wake. The car had been on the road for hours, racing nonstop.
Eventually, it turned and came to a halt in front of an old white farmhouse, surrounded by neatly kept bushes.As the car came to a stop, the front door opened and Lorenzo and Bao stepped out. Bao stretched and looked around, rubbing her arms against the light chill in the air. Meanwhile, Lorenzo walked to the trunk and retrieved the beautiful luggage he had bought for her on their way with some other things. Bao was dressed in a brand new blue short-sleeved blouse and dark jeans, while Lorenzo wore a large sweater over baggy, distressed jeans. He closed the trunk gently, glancing at Bao as she continued scanning the area, still rubbing her forearms.
Noticing her reaction, part of him sensed she was nervous—while another part believed she wasn’t. But as far as he was concerned, her safety here mattered more than anything else. He needed to be sure she was truly okay. Although he felt some relief bringing her to this place, he still wanted to know how she felt, even if this was their only option for now. Her well-being came first. Quietly, he walked over and embraced her warmly from behind, leaving the luggage beside them. As he held her close, feeling her body against his, Bao placed her hands on his wrist and let out a quiet sigh of relief.
Lorenzo: Is there anything you’d like to share with me?
.Bao: This is it. I mean, the house.
.Lorenzo: Yes, that’s the one. That being said, I’m concerned the house might not be your taste, but it’s the safest option for you right now, till we get you out of the country
.Bao: (chuckles) What do you know about my taste, man with a good vision? It’s not as if I complained or something, did I? (sigh softly) I’m just fascinated by the surroundings of the rural area. It’s quiet and peaceful… I like places that are quiet and peaceful, you know? You should know that by now, dear.
.Lorenzo: Fair point, I should know your taste by now… I supposed I was wrong then..
.Bao: No! (Singsong) Because I also like something extravagant and beautiful.
Bao stepped away from Lorenzo and walked over to a rose bush a short distance from him, carefully cutting a flower. Lorenzo said nothing, simply watching her as she gently played with the petals using her fingers. A smile formed on his face as he watched—he couldn’t help but recall the days when they were kids. She used to play with flowers all the time, especially roses. He remembered how she would cut a few, place them in a vase, and care for them every day, watching them grow. She always loved them deeply.
Watching her explore the plants, he knew it would take her a while before she moved on from the rose flowers. So, he seized the moment and carried the luggage into the house. Shortly after, he came out of the farmhouse and sat on the three steps of the veranda, continuing to watch her as she explored the plants around the house, a warm smile spread across her face. Seeing that beaming look on her pretty face brought him a sense of comfort that washed over him—like he could disappear into her presence and shower her face with kisses.
In that moment, his phone beeped in his pocket, prompting him to pull it out. As he checked the screen, his slight smile faded, replaced by a stunned look when he saw who was calling. He stole a glance at Bao, who was still focused on the plants, then quietly stepped onto the veranda before answering the call. His stunned expression soon shifted to a furrowed one.
Caller: Howdy, Lobos!
.Lorenzo: Hey! You’ve something to say, Chief?
.Caller: (sighs) Ah, Good energy! Something like that inspires me a lot. (grave voice) I hope your family are preparing for your funeral. Lobos, do you think me a fool?
.Lorenzo: That Gordo spotted me with your debtor’s daughter, isn’t it? (scoffs) That bitch must have croaked by now.
.Caller: As you will. Splendid! I admire your spirit; you never cease to amaze me. Looks like someone knows the rules of the game better, but seems Gordo didn’t know he was seen before his fate was sealed.
.Lorenzo: Look, I presume you’ve got a better reasons for calling. Spit it out!
.Caller: You’ve got some guts, Lobos. You’re as good as dead. Even interfering in my own matter when you’re supposed to be worrying about your tragic end. How dare you keep Bao away from me? Knowing her father is a debtor who’s failed to pay back his debt. And you think I’d be staying by her father’s fake promises, which he’s been finding challenging to pay, when she can fund me? Come on, Lobos. You know the rules of this game. Rules are always rules. Oops, I almost forgot. You might be wondering how I got her name – Bao. A good name. But you’re a smart one, I believe you know better by now. From what I’ve heard, your love journey with her is incredibly captivating, all thanks to the dead Gordo, a good storyteller. (scoffs) You think sprinting with her or hiding her from me would stop me from getting her? You think I’m going to allow her to go scot-free without paying her father’s debt? Don’t be too cocky! Your life might have been spared if you had brought her, but you decided to keep her hidden, you snitch. You just added another consequence to the first you are meant to receive today. Do you really think she’s safe just because she’s with you? Hahaha, you know what this organization is made of, my friend. She can only hide, but not run forever. But I’ll give you one chance because I feel you can do better for this organization. Her life for your life. The choice is yours… for now.
.Lorenzo: “Her life for my life” – And I’ll be let off?
.Caller: I don’t see any reasons why not as long as you give her up, your death will be renounced.
.Lorenzo: What if I won’t give her up?
.Caller: (synical tone) You’re smarter than this. You know what that means, already. The choice is yours to make, Lobos. (Hints) He-he, I assume you don’t want the situation to spiral out of control.
.Lorenzo: Since we’ve agree on the terms, I’ll give her up. And bring her to you myself.
.Caller: Bravo!
.Lorenzo: (growl) But you’ll have to go through me first. Let’s play game!
.Caller: What a tragic death wish! Ah, Lobos, you never cease to amaze me. What do you gain by getting yourself killed? Why are you calling death upon yourself? Are you a heartless brother who wants to put your sister in a state of excruciating pain? Do you want your sister to shed crocodiles tears over your corpse? Or your loving girlfriend, who will be my disposal container for my orgasm after your demise, reminding her every day of your unfortunate death when I screw her?
Hearing that, Lorenzo gnashed his teeth and clenched his left fist in anger, his expression twisted in even greater fury. He couldn’t imagine the feelings of letting Bao be used as a s*x toy in someone else’s home; he would never forgive himself if that happened, as he listened with growing fury.
Caller: Is she worth dying for? Because that’s how I feel. (Scoffs) Oh, let me get this straight. Love! Someone should remind me of that quote again: ‘Love is not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you…’ (Mocking laughter) LOVE? Hahaha! F**k love. Dead Gordo was right about you; you wouldn’t trade her life for anything. Now, I see you’re doing great. What’s your statement again? ‘But you have to kill me first….’ Just hear yourself talking. I’m giving you a second chance to stay alive…
.Lorenzo: (Barges in) No, I’m the one giving you a chance to face me one on one in the octagon. What do you say, Chief? Unless you’re afraid of getting your a*s beaten…
.Caller: (stiff laugh) Can you listen to yourself? Or you wanna say get your own a*s killed when I break every inch of your bones in your body with my bare hand. I’ll give you that, but you can only try. You have no idea whom you’re dealing with, boy…
.Lorenzo: Let’s find out!
.Caller: Is that so? It’ll be my pleasure. I hope the men I ordered to make your life a living hell in the cell for failing me didn’t break your bones too much to fight for your love….
Hearing the statement triggered memories of his time in the cell after his arrest—brutal memories of gang members jumping him repeatedly, breaking the bridge of his nose. It nearly cost him his life. Those four weeks behind bars were pure hell. What he didn’t know at the time was that it had all been orchestrated—a setup, later confessed by the caller himself. Lorenzo’s face darkened, his eyes burning with fury. His fist clenched, ready to lash out, but he stayed silent and listened. The caller, hoping for a reaction, sniffed and spoke again—this time, with bitter disappointment—before Lorenzo could respond.
Caller: I thought so.
.Lorenzo: Nice thought! Dundas Street—3rd Skull territory—at 10 o’clock!
.Caller: Where your death would take place, I presume. Well, then, Lobos, it’s good to know you value her life more than your own. I’d gladly welcome you with death!
The moment he said that, Lorenzo ended the call immediately, turning around—only to find Bao standing at the edge of the three steps that led up to the veranda where he stood. She was there, silent and unmoving, giving him a blank yet piercing look that struck him deeper than any words could. In that instant, his thoughts began to spiral. Had she been there the whole time? Had she heard everything he said on the phone? If she had, then he feared the worst—it would take the whole world and more to win back the goodness of her heart. Especially now, with the deadly task he was preparing to carry out—one she would never approve of, not out of disloyalty, but because of the fear that it could cost her the man she loved.
For any reason, she felt she didn’t have to be mad at him for his next move, knowing deep down that he was doing everything to save her—no matter the cost. But whatever thoughts he had about her feelings vanished the moment she walked up to him, a faint smile playing on her lips as she spoke.
Bao: I thought you had left me for inside.
Hearing that, Lorenzo heaved a sigh of relief and spoke with a serious expression, though a slight smile curled at the corner of his lips.
Lorenzo: Seems like someone has something in mind to do if had done that. Or maybe you have something planned for me.
.Bao: That sounds right to me. Because I was planning on starting world war III with you in the house.
Bao said sarcastically, folding her arms and looking him in the eyes as she stood in front of him. Hoping he would respond to her sarcasm, he slowly embraced her and pulled her close with an expression that unsettled her as she felt his arms around her waist. Sensing something was wrong, she grew a bit uneasy—then he spoke words that left her mute.
Lorenzo: Thank you for coming into my life. As long as I breath, I promise to protect you and cherish you no matter what happened.
After his genuine statement, she unfolded her arms and wrapped them around his shoulders, comforted by his gentle words, even without knowing the reasons behind them. As far as she was concerned, the reasons didn’t matter—as long as they were together. As they embraced affectionately, Bao exhaled deeply, releasing her feelings in a soft, sincere voice.
Bao: I love you so much, Lorenzo.
.Lorenzo: I know. I love you too.
Lorenzo answered in a hoarse voice, planting a kiss on her head while his eyes scanned the area with cautious observation and intent, as if suspicious.
Bao: You know, I wish we could stay like this forever.
.Lorenzo: I wish, honey! Come on, let’s get inside!
Saying that, Lorenzo released her body and held her hand as he opened the door. Bao’s eyes were etched with love—she couldn’t take them off him, especially with the way he held her: earnestly, affectionately, and tightly, as if he’d never let go. It wasn’t just an ordinary touch; to her, it was something deeper, something anyone in love could relate to. In that moment, he wasn’t just her lover—he was her source of strength, her comfort, her confidence. The thought of life without him unsettled her. He was the love of her life, the only one who truly cared for and understood her. She couldn’t bear to imagine a world without him.
As they entered the house, Bao slipped free from his strong grip, her attention drawn to a rose in a small, elegant vase on a wooden table. After briefly scanning the room, she walked over, captivated by the flower, and lifted the vase to admire it, sniffing it with a look of admiration. Lorenzo, unsurprised by her sudden move, quietly locked the door behind them. He dropped the key into his pocket, then walked over to the small dining area and opened the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of whiskey and a glass, gently closed the fridge door with his leg, and stepped into the cozy living room to sit on the long, soft couch.
Within seconds, he opened the bottle, poured the drink into the glass, and took a sip, his eyes fixed on Bao as she gently explored the flower. He made a teasing gesture toward her before taking another sip.
Lorenzo: I see you’ve found something likely companionable!
Comprehending his statement, Bao glanced at him and carefully placed the vase back down. She asked a question, pretending not to understand what he meant, as she walked over to join him on the chair with a brief smile
Bao: And what might that be?
.Lorenzo: You know what might that be!
.Bao: (scoffs) No, tell me what might that be!
.Lorenzo: Just because we were apart for months doesn’t make me an imbecile. I know you too well, my dear. Snap out of it and admit you understood what I literally meant.
.Bao: F**k! I’m taking that as a free pass because, honestly, I have no idea what you meant.
Bao shrugged, trying to defend herself, even though she knew he was right.
Lorenzo: I don’t buy that. Don’t be stubborn. You’re not good at lying, honey!
.Bao: Okay, fine! You caught me. You meant the rose, I’m shocked! But it’s not as companionable as you’re to me. Will you spend some more time?
As she asked, she gently rested her head on his broad shoulder and forearm. Lorenzo slipped his hand behind her back, pulling her closer as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Then, he leaned his head against hers and exhaled before replying.
Lorenzo: Yes… As much as we want.
.Bao: And would you stay if I told you to?
.Lorenzo: Yes, but no. As much as I’d like us to spend time as much as we want, honestly, I can’t stay for too long. I’ve got other things that needs to be taken care of.
.Bao: Am I that isipid that you would say so?
.Lorenzo: F**k, no! You misunderstood me…
.Bao: No, I understood you. (chuckles) I was just kidding. But what I don’t really understand is what exactly needs to be taken care of. Now, I’m going to ask you right away—be honest with me, Lorenzo. (gasps) Have you ever killed someone before?
Bao asked softly, her head still resting on his shoulder as she craved an answer, even though she hadn’t meant to ask, especially considering his gang lifestyle. She knew he wasn’t an exception to what other gangsters did in the state, but in that moment, her curiosity needed satisfaction.
Asked with a question, Lorenzo gulped down the whiskey from the bottle in his hand and dropped the glass cup, remaining silent for a while before answering her in a quiet tone.
Lorenzo: Yes.
His response felt like a sharp needle piercing into her skin after she heard it, stopping her from toying with his forearm in an instant. Her curious expression was replaced by one of disappointment. Even though, as a gangster, she knew killing was the first task he’d be given to prove his loyalty to the organization, she still couldn’t believe he had done that. She asked one more time in her soft tone, now replaced by dour expression.
Bao: How many?
.Lorenzo: Four! It was never persona…
.Bao: (interjected) Yes, it wasn’t!
Saying that, Bao lifted her head off his shoulder and placed her legs on the sofa, leaning her back against the arm of the chair while facing him with her arms folded akimbo. She then added to her statement, fixing her eyes on him, her expression and reactions showing she wasn’t happy, which Lorenzo knew as he looked in her direction.
Bao: I know–I didn’t say it was personal!
.Lorenzo: (Sigh) After I was forced to join the organization and sent on an errand by the men who killed my casual friend and his sister, I learned that most of the money made from the drug business was taken by the men for their own selfish interests. The cash earned always surpassed the exact amount made by them and given to the superior before I complied with them. They lived extravagantly in the absence of the superior and treated me and my friend like pieces of shit. Then one night, the FBI raided the mansion where the men secretly stayed with the superior himself, leaving these selfish men in the greatest shock of their lives as they couldn’t believe how their location was discovered by the superior. There was no one else who knew their secret location other than my casual friend, Reid. Also, the fact that the superior was among the FBI made it look like a setup. The FBI, ordered by the superior himself, spoke in Spanish, which was difficult for me to understand while I was pinned down. Everything happened so fast when the superior looked me in the eyes and handed me a gun to end the men’s lives. He then ordered one of the FBI agents to take my life if I failed to kill the men in five seconds. As much as I hated what the men had done to me, there was a part of me that didn’t want to pull the trigger, but five seconds was my only chance to stay alive that night. I had no choice but to put bullets in the men’s heads and kill them…
.Bao: I didn’t say you had a choice either, Lorenzo.
.Bao blurted softly, Lorenzo turned his gaze in her direction for awhile, as she also fixed her eyes at him. Then he gasp a little and added, taking his eyes off her and facing forward.
Lorenzo: I know. (continues) Later that very day, the superior summoned me to carry out a task for him personally with his drug as a test run. This went on for a month, and I was amazed by how my hands were fortunate with the drug business. He liked me because of that and made me his right-hand man after a month of testing, allowing other members to respect me as much as he was respected. He was an eye-opener, making me understand why he had the men killed that night, which had left me wondering before. During the month I worked, I was too naive to understand that back then. Meanwhile, he knew the selfish acts of the men, teaching me to learn from their mistakes and from whoever betrays him…
Saying that, Lorenzo gulped down the whiskey in the glass cup and placed it on the table before them. Bao said in a chuckling, soft voice, still fixing her eyes on him, trying to be careful with her words without sounding too direct.
Bao: And here you are, sitting with your, uh, superior’s debtor’s daughter, when you have every chance in the world to turn me in to your boss. Doesn’t this feel like some kind of betrayal?
.Lorenzo: No, given our past, handing you over to him to settle your father’s debts—debts you never knew about—and using you as a s*x toy to pay them back in that way is the true act of betrayal. I won’t sit by and watch that happen, no!
After saying that, Lorenzo grasped the cup with the whiskey bottle and stood, walking into the dining area with a confident stride. He then put the whiskey bottle back into the fridge while Bao watched him in silence, marveling at his response and his confident poise. She knew he wasn’t a god or some powerful being, but his manner towards her made her feel at ease. Looking in his direction, she cleared her throat and spoke out genuinely as he looked inside the fridge in silence, as if searching for something.
Bao: Hey, about what you said earlier, regarding the, uh, selfish men you killed—I was just curious, which led me to ask that question. It sure hurts to know you actually killed people. The deed is done, and there’s nothing that can change the fact that you killed, even though it wasn’t your fault or your intention. You only had 5 seconds to live that night, and it was the only way out to stay alive. Sometimes, we’re trapped and forced to do wrong things for the right reasons. I have no right to judge that. You did what anyone else might have done and anyone can relate. I’m no exception; I’d have done the same if our roles were reversed.
Saying that, Lorenzo gently slammed the fridge door shut, startling her, and calmly stepped out of the dining room without a word—his face expressionless—as he sat on the chair beside her. With his fingers steepled and his forearms resting on his thighs, he faced forward without giving her a single glance, which Bao quickly noticed, lowering her head in response.
His action left her with sudden, conflicting thoughts in her head, as he hadn’t shown any sign that he was truly with her. But she immediately pushed the thought away and decided to find out what was the matter with him
Bao: You okay?
Asked with a question, Lorenzo glanced at her, followed by a quick smile. The flicker of his smile alone gave her a sense of relief as she looked in his direction.
Lorenzo: I’m alright. Just wondering what’s taking the passport agent so long to get here. She should be around by now… (Sighs) Hey, come!
He added, then stretched out his hand towards her to grasp her hand and pull her closer, while he slowly raised his legs onto the arms of the chair at the end. His lovely gesture gave her a sense of comfort and security, encouraging her to crawl up to him and gently lean on top of him as he reclined against the chair. His arms wrapped around her body, followed by a soft sigh of relief, as they felt each other’s hearts and breathing. Their position fostered relaxation and comfort between them.
Tbc…
SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E17)🩸🔞
By:- Adewole Kelvin
{Continuation…}
As the lovebirds cuddled in the same position, Lorenzo gently brushed her hair down with his index finger as he admitted.
Lorenzo: About what you said earlier, I heard. My mind was just taken by other thoughts. I would have reacted similarly if our roles were reversed as well. What woman would love her man if he claimed another man’s life and be comfortable with it? The thought of someone being removed from the picture, especially by their loved ones, is never something anyone wants to hear. It’s distressing, discouraging, and vexing; it leaves behind pain and bitterness. My dear, you have every right to be mad. It’s rather shocking that you’re at ease cuddling up with a man who took the lives of four men.
Finishing his statement, Bao raised her face and looked at him, leaning her chin against his chest, speaking calmly as she toyed with his chest with her index finger.
Bao: What do you expect? Fight you? Curse you? Break up with you? Not if you’re a killer. But I guess, this is your lucky day.
The moment she said that, she rested her head on his chest, placing her palms on his shoulder. Surprised by her last statement, Lorenzo couldn’t help but snort, embracing her even more.
Lorenzo: Atta girl! Then I guess I’ll have to be careful next time. Still wondering about something? This might be the time you need to ask
.Bao: I’ve been wondering ever since I stepped into the house. Even after picking up the flower vase on the wooden table, something felt off. This place looks clean—too clean. You know that gut feeling you get, like something happened here? It’s the same kind of feeling I get when a place looks like no one’s been living in it. But somehow, this place doesn’t look like that. So how is it spotless? I remember you told me on our way here that you only come here once a month—maybe just to scout if you have business around the area. But even if a house is left alone for just a week, dust and cobwebs usually start to settle. And from the look of things here, there’s no dust, not even a single cobweb. How is that even possible? Maybe you forgot to tell me something along the way.
.Lorenzo: If you ask me, you’re right—I forgot to mention it. I hired someone to help with the house. An older woman, named Mrs Belleck, a black woman who lives just a few meters from here. She comes every weekend to clean the house and take care of the flowers and bushes around while I’m away—sometimes even for months when I don’t bother stopping by… She’s a good woman.
.Bao: (softly) I got you… Just a little curious, any ballpark on her age?
.Lorenzo: Not exactly sure. I’d guess she’s over 60, maybe not quite 80. (sighs) Considering her age, I wouldn’t have hired her in the first place—but the old lady. Said she was doing it to survive, for her and her grandchild. I pay her, of course, but even so… One of these days, I hope to repay her properly—for everything she’s doing.
.Bao: That’s actually so… thoughtful. It’s no easy job. Poor woman, she deserves better.
She said solemnly, as memories stirred—of how both her parents once worked in a rich man’s house just to survive. She was much younger then, but she never forgot the humiliation and embarrassment they endured just so she could be fed, educated, and cared for. They had hoped things would one day get better, but somehow, life only got worse—especially after she lost them. The pain still lingered, playing in her mind. But the memories faded when Lorenzo’s voice suddenly cut through. She quickly rubbed her eyes in secret, careful not to let him notice. She knew how he would react. She didn’t want to burden him with her emotions, so instead, she looked up and gave him a wry smile with her chin against his chest. Besides, the deeds are done, and she wouldn’t want that to hold her back from moving forward with her life–as long as there’s still breath in her.
Lorenzo: There’s more I want to say…
.Bao: What?
In that moment, they both heard the sound of a car engine dying, which made Lorenzo prick up his ears and sit up slightly. He responded quickly, glancing at her face as he did.
Lorenzo: There’s one way to find out.
As soon as he said that, they both separated and got up from the chair a little hurriedly. Lorenzo instantly pulled out his Glock 17 gun from behind his back. He fixed his eyes on Bao, who watched silently but was unsettled within, as he racked the slide smoothly. Then, he said sharply and cupped her cheek with his palm, looking into her eyes.
Lorenzo: Stay close!
Bao nodded, swallowed hard, and followed slowly behind him as he moved toward the window. On reaching it, he gently took her right hand while she clung to him, his other hand bracing tightly against the wall. At that moment, the sound of car doors slamming outside alerted them, but it didn’t stop their cautious approach. As soon as they reached the window, Lorenzo carefully moved her behind him, pressing her back gently against the wall. He then pulled the curtain aside and peered through the window, letting out a quiet sigh of relief.
Lorenzo: Great, they’re here!
.Bao: “They?” Sounds to me like you were expecting more than just the passport agent. Who’s here?
Bao asked out of curiosity, but calmly, her gaze fixed on him, needing clarification. Still peering through the window attentively, Lorenzo turned to her and answered with a calm seriousness.
Lorenzo: They’re trusted professionals. I arranged for them to watch over you while I’m gone—until your passport is ready in 48 hours and everything else is taken care of, so you can leave the country safely.
After he finished speaking, Bao stepped away from her spot and also peered through the window for a quick confirmation—not because she didn’t believe him, but because she was amazed he’d go to such lengths just for her, as Lorenzo watched her silently. After a moment, she turned back to him, concern etched in her eyes, and spoke with quiet intensity, describing what she saw.
Bao: They’re females!
.Lorenzo: Right—trusted and professional agents. It might sound funny, but I’m being serious. My mind wouldn’t be at peace leaving you under the watch of random men while I’m away, especially with the danger surrounding us. Anything could happen, even if they weren’t staying in the house with you. People hate the Red Wolves now—deeply—for all the chaos, destruction, and lives we’ve affected. And some of them might be willing to do anything to get back at us. I can’t take that risk. These agents are the only ones I truly trust to do the job. They’re the best fit, and I know they won’t fail under any circumstance.
.Bao: Do you really have to go that length?
She asked, now facing each other and looking into each other’s eyes. Lorenzo gently cupped her neck while slipping his Glock 27 behind his back, saying.
Lorenzo: Like I said, I’d go to any lengths to keep you safe—and I wasn’t just talking. I’d do anything in this world for the woman who brings me joy. That’s the only thing that matters right now, so–okay?
Still taken by what he did, Bao found herself in a state within herself of right words she could use, even considering what he just poured out to her. She wondered maybe she should cry or just hug, but all she could do was to hung face a little and nod, choked up, unable to utter a word, looking back at his face. But his next moves gives her a little courage to embrace brimmed with emotion, as he pull her closer from the neck and laid a soft kiss on her forehead and embraces her more to himself, saying with whispery voice confidently.
Lorenzo: For your safety, I’d do anything… Anything!
In that moment, they heard footsteps outside on the veranda, followed by a knock at the door. They quickly released each other, and Lorenzo walked over to unlock it, while Bao stood in place, watching him. When he opened the door, two women stood before them—one tall, the other medium height—both athletic in build. One was white, the other dark They were dressed in black fleece zip-up sweaters, leather skintight trousers, bulletproof vests, and gloves, with shoulder and waist holsters. One of them, the dark-skinned woman, held a rifle. As soon as Lorenzo unlocked and opened the door, the white woman greeted him in a flirtatious voice, ‘Hey, Lorenzo,’ as they walked in with confident strides, their hair neatly tied back in ponytails, scanning the room as they entered.
Lorenzo: Hey! Where are the rest of you?
Lorenzo asked, closing the door and turning around. Alessia stood with one leg forward, as if posing, and answered in both Italian and English, while her partner stood beside her, gripping the gun tightly and glancing at Bao, who watched them silently.
Alessia: Fuori! (Outside!) Standing on guard outside, having a little chat.
.Lorenzo: Well, Bad timing–Alessia!
Lorenzo said, his voice firm and commanding
Alessia: (glance at Jack) Ha! You caught that, Jack?
.Jack: Loud and clear.
.Alessia: (chuckles) Bad timing, huh? Just when I thought our timing was right. I guess I was too quick to believe that — I’ll take my time next time.
.Lorenzo: (snorts) I fear you might never get the chance again.
.Alessia: Doesn’t sound like much trouble to me. Comunque, è passato un po’ di tempo. Nel momento in cui ho ricevuto il tuo messaggio vocale per prepararmi e ho visto la posizione, ho capito che non ci stavamo incontrando solo per i vecchi tempi. Allora, qual è l’operazione? E chi è questa bomba? (Still, it’s been a while. The moment I got your voice message to gear up and saw the location, I figured we weren’t meeting just for old times’ sake. So, what’s the op? And who’s this hot cake?
.Lorenzo: She’s my fiancée! È lei il motivo per cui siete qui (She’s the reasons y’all are here)
Answering her, Lorenzo left his spot and walked over to Bao, who barely understood the conversation—especially between Alessia and Lorenzo, let alone Alessia’s partner, who had been stealing glances at her with a stern expression. Her towering height only added to Bao’s discomfort, making her feel like she was being kept in the dark about what was being said. Still, Alessia’s partner remained silent. But when Bao heard Lorenzo say, “She’s my fiancée!” and saw him approach, it brought her a sense of security—especially when he took her hand firmly and continued speaking in the same language with Alessia she couldn’t understand. But she was certain that whatever they were talking about had to do with her.
Lorenzo: La voglio sotto la tua sorveglianza e protezione 24 ore su 24 mentre sarò via. Sai già cosa devi fare, ma voglio che sia chiaro—e lo dirò solo una volta. Non deve succederle nulla. È una persona speciale per me, e non voglio che tu, i tuoi partner o una qualsiasi delle tue ragazze vi allontaniate da lei o da questa casa. Deve essere al sicuro e illesa quando torno—neanche un graffio. Se le accade qualcosa, sarà l’ultima cosa che tu e la tua squadra farete. È chiaro? (I want her under your watch and protection 24/7 while I’m gone. You already know what to do, but I’m going to make this clear—and I’ll only say it once. Nothing must happen to her. She’s a special person in my life, and I don’t want you, your partners, or any of your girls whatever leaving her side or this house. She must be safe and unharmed when I return—not even a scratch. If anything happens to her, it’ll be the last thing you and your crew ever do. Are we clear?)
Lorenzo asked in a voice of authority and caution, giving Alessia a stern look. Unfazed by his threat, she curved a slight smile at the corner of her lips and confidently answered back in Italian—then finished in English, still standing her ground
Alessia: Chiaro e tondo—non ci avresti chiamato se non ti fidassi di noi. È il lavoro più leggero che abbiamo mai fatto—niente a che vedere con quello che abbiamo già portato a termine. È al sicuro con noi, purché siamo coperti (Loud and clear—you wouldn’t have called us if you didn’t trust us. This is the lightest job we’ve ever had—nothing like what we’ve pulled off before, as far as I’m concerned. She’s safe with us, as long as we’re covered). Now, tell me, Tiger, what’s the name of your special woman?
Alessia, hoping he’d say his woman’s name, asked. Lorenzo ignored the question and answered differently, but Bao interjected, knowing he wouldn’t reveal the name. Lorenzo felt a little off at first but was taken aback by her answer.
Lorenzo: You’re covered!
.Bao: Uh, I’m Eva. Nice to meet you.
.Alessia: (snorts) Hmm, Eva? You don’t quite seem like an Eva.
Alessia said skeptically, eyeing Bao intently as she reached out for a handshake—but Lorenzo quickly interjected.
Lorenzo: She already told you her name. What more do you need to hear? Now, get the hell out. We need some privacy.
.Alessia: (smile slyly) Oops, didn’t mean to say that, tiger. Just curious. Nice meeting with you, Eva! Come on, J!
After saying that, Alessia gave them a short stare before energetically heading out of the house with her partner, leaving the two alone. As soon as they were out, Lorenzo shifted his gaze to Bao, who had placed her head on his shoulder and holding his hand with her other one. Playfully, Lorenzo said.
Lorenzo: Hm, Eva! Gotta say, that’s pretty impressive!
.Bao: (chuckles) I figured you’d have something to say about that. I must admit, the lady’s sharp—caught me and even knew I was lying about my name.
.Lorenzo: No. Sometimes people try to manipulate you, test you or break into your mind—but that only works if your mental guard is down. If you’re not strong enough to shut that door, you’ll fall for it easily. It’s analytical reasoning. Why do you think she’s an agent—and not just any agent? Besides, you didn’t let your guard down, did you?
.Bao: Maybe I would’ve, if you didn’t cut in.
.Lorenzo: Learn from that. Anyways, you good?
.Bao: Good, but I’m much better staying by your side right now.
As she said that, she yawned softly. Lorenzo then slipped his hand behind his neck, causing her to let go of his. He unclasped a minimalist silver cross necklace and held it up in front of her, looking at her as he spoke affectionately, but with calm seriousness.
Lorenzo: You see, I’ve worn this necklace for a while, and it means a lot to me. It might not be the most beautiful or desirable necklace in the world, but I want you to have it now—so a part of me is always with you.
Saying that, Bao first glanced at the necklace, then met his eyes as his lips moved. When he finished speaking, she cupped his right cheek, ending her words with a smile and a glance at the necklace.
Bao: Who cares if it’s the most beautiful necklace? I love you, and that’s all that matters. As far as I’m concerned, it’s the most beautiful and desirable necklace I’ve ever seen. You’re not going to stand there and stare at me like that, are you?
Almost turning around, Lorenzo quickly moved and lowered his head, planting a long kiss on her lips, still holding the necklace in his hands. She arched toward him, her palms resting on his shoulders, having expected the kiss—overwhelmed by what she had just said. Their ragged breaths deepened the moment. When Lorenzo finally pulled back a little, their foreheads rested together as they exhaled softly, eyes closed. She placed her forearms on his shoulders and wrapped her arms around his head, affectionately toying with his hair. Then, he gives her a half-joking warning, and she responds playfully.
Lorenzo: Careful with words like that… You’re going to make me fall even harder.
.Bao: Then you’d better be careful too—trying to sweep me off my feet like that.
Lorenzo snorts, moves up his lips at her forehead and plant a kiss there, then he instructed her warmly, pulling his face away, which she didn’t hesitate to do smilingly.
Lorenzo: Now, turn around for me!
As she did that, she gathered her long, dark, silky hair from behind and brought it over her shoulder. Lorenzo slipped the necklace around her neck and clasped it carefully, his eyes fixed on her smooth, tanned skin. After securing it, he gently stroked her back and brought her hair back behind her, running his fingers through it like a hairdresser.
Bao, meanwhile, took hold of the cross pendant and gave it a soft kiss before tucking it into her short-sleeved blouse. She paused when she heard Lorenzo whisper in her ear, raising his phone with his left hand to take a photo, his right arm wrapped around her shoulders. Bao smiled at the camera, tilting her head slightly—then he took a photo of themselves, when they heard a sound of a car engine cutting off echoed outside, making Lorenzo slowly detach from her and placed. He placed his phone into his
Lorenzo: Hey, look up here—at the phone. Cheese!
.Bao: (snorts) That must be the passport agent…
.Lorenzo: I certainly hope so!
He thought, walking to the window and peering through it, only to see the passport agent stepping out of her car, just as he had thought. He looked at Bao and proclaimed.
Lorenzo: She showed up, finally!
Bao pat her lips and slowly sat. Then he noticed two of Alessia’s crew stopped the passport agent immediately she got out of the car. As he was about to speak, he heard a knock at the door and Jack peeked her head through the door to announce
Jack: Seems you’ve got a guest. A redhead just showed up—says she’s here to meet you.
.Lorenzo: I know. Let her in.
He gave the order with a sigh, then walked over to sit beside Bao, slipping his arm around her shoulder. Alessia nodded in affirmation and locked the door. Bao rested her head gently on his shoulder. Moments later, a knock sounded at the door, and the passport agent stepped in. She wore a dark bluish double-breasted coat over a brown turtleneck, paired with dark trousers and heels. A message handbag hung from her arm, and her smooth, silky red hair flowed down her back. Her sharp look and poised stature suggested she was in her mid-thirties.
As she entered, she gently closed the door behind her, and Lorenzo greeted her with a bossy act.
Lorenzo: Glad you finally showed up, Ms ying.
.Maggie: Thank you! So sorry for the delay and inconvenience, Mr Conti. My car broke down while I was on my way here. I had to take it to my mechanic’s shop and ended up leaving it there. They gave me another car to come here because fixing it was taking longer than I expected—not to mention the traffic jams I ran into. It was one hell of a ride. But I’m really glad to finally be here. Nice security you’ve got here, by the way.
Ying explained politely, standing and facing the couple with the table between them, holding her message handbag.
Lorenzo: Yeah, take a seat!
Lorenzo said, nodding toward the chair, but Ying declined with a gentle shake of her head, smiling faintly as she unzipped her bag
Ying: Nah, I’m fine. I won’t be staying here for too long. Hey, Ms Bao!
.Bao: (softly) Hi, Ms ying!
.Lorenzo: You sent me a voice message claiming you’ve got something important for me—something that’s better discussed face-to-face. So tell me, what’s so urgent that you couldn’t share it over the phone? I’ll take it as a free pass, considering this isn’t the first time we’ve worked together, and I trust you. But make no mistake—I don’t share my location or private residence with just anyone, and I only do so for valid reasons. Understood?
.Ying: (smiled sheepishly) Yeah, Mr. Conti, and I’m really sorry if I made this seem inconvenient or uncomfortable for you. That aside, I was already planning to visit some family nearby and took the chance to stop by. When you sent me your location, I was surprised—it turned out we were pretty close after all. Now, here’s the good news: the passport replacement process for your girlfriend, Ms. Bao, didn’t just happen fast because of luck. It was my effort and the work I put into it that got it done so quickly. Normally, it takes about 48 to 72 hours before everything drops, but with everything Bao submitted and the push I made with the Chinese embassy, we got her new passport in less than 24 hours. Trust me, I’ve been in this business for five years, and I’ve never seen anything like this. I’m still in shock myself. But I’m glad I could make it happen for you. Besides, with what had happened, another delay would leave the door open for more danger.
Finishing her statement confidently, Lorenzo and Bao sat upright, identical looks of surprise on their faces. Still close to each other, they could hardly believe what they had just heard from the passport agent, Ying, who then pulled a manila envelope from the messenger handbag she carried and politely handed it to Bao.
Ying: Here you go. Congratulations, sister!
.Bao: Oh, thank you!
Bao answered softly, her face showing gratitude as she collected the manila envelope. She didn’t hesitate to confirm it with Lorenzo, who slipped his arm back around her shoulder, offering a warm smile as he watched her open it. Watching them both affectionately, Ying smiled and cleared her throat and reminded again.
Ying: Ahem, careful with that… The documents you submitted at the embassy are also inside the envelope.
.Bao: 你之前已经说过了，但还是非常感谢你。(You’ve already said it before, but thank you so much)
.Ying: 不用谢啦，姐妹。(No need to thank me, sis)
.Lorenzo: (looks at Ying) Alright, Ms. Ying… what can I say? This is unreal. Sure, this ain’t our first time doing business—but this right here? It hits different. Honestly, I figured if Bao’s passport dropped in anything under 48 hours, I’d be impressed. But less than 24? That’s damn near impossible. Still… you pulled it off. You proved me right to trust you. I’ve got no regrets working with you. Just one thing left to say—thank you.
.Ying: You’re welcome, Mr. Conti. It was a pleasure working with you again, and I truly appreciate your trust. I should get going now.
.Lorenzo: Sure, but one last thing—let what happened today remain between us, if you truly value yourself and your family. No one must hear of it. Let this be like it never existed. Understood?
.Ying: Understood, Mr. Conti. As for that–I’m very good at keeping secrets. Good luck to you both.
Ying boldly answered. Lorenzo nodded in agreement as she turned and walked out of the house, his eyes following her with quiet observation. As soon as she was gone, Lorenzo shifted his attention to Bao, whose eyes were feasting on her new passport. He gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled softly as she giggled, still captivated by the document.
Bao: I just can’t believe it! I can’t believe I’m actually holding a new passport in my hands. I remember how long it took me to get the old one—it took me a couple of months. But here I am, with a fresh new passport, applied for and acquired on the same day. I can confidently say this: no one is more surprised and excited than I am right now.
Lorenzo: I told you it was going to work, didn’t I?
Asked with a question, Bao turned her attention to him and gazed into his eyes. Their faces were close, and they both maintained eye contact. Then Bao answered.
Bao: Right–all thanks to you!
Tbc…
SURVIVOR: Ghost – Bodyguard Series (S01 • E18)🩸🔞
By:- Adewole Kelvin
“THE PREPARATIONS”
Omni-pov
{Hours earlier in Lorenzo’s house…}
As Lorenzo entered the bathroom with Bao comfortably lifted on his back like a baby, he gently closed the door behind them with his leg. Bao’s eyes scanned the bathroom as she slowly turned her head from side to side, admiring the setup—especially the shower enclosure they stepped into. Then, the moment they got inside, Lorenzo teased her and squatted playfully.
Lorenzo: This is the stop… for that gentle flow of water waiting to run down your body. (in a hoarse voice) Ha, get off me.
.Bao: What?
Bao retorted, still comfortably on his back, showing no intention of getting down—as if his back was the only thing giving her comfort in that moment. Lorenzo continued teasing in an agonized voice, pretending to wobble on his feet, his manhood dangling as he did.
Lorenzo: For F**k’s sakes, you’re crushing me to death with your weight! How’d you suddenly get so heavy? Oh, hell no–don’t tell me you want me to bathe you again after all the stress I went through just getting you into the bathroom?
.Bao: Dear, Is that supposed to be a joke right now? As far as I know, you only took 12 steps to get us into the bathrooms.
Bao said sarcastically with a playful tone after getting off his back and facing him boldly, her arms folded across her bosom with one leg slightly apart. Amused by her tone, Lorenzo stood and held his waist, arching his back. He also faced Bao and looked her in the face with no concern for her slim, hourglass, n***d body—just as Bao was also unconcerned about his own nudity—as they focused mainly on each other’s faces and exchanged playful words.
Lorenzo: Oh, I’m disappointed. I would’ve preferred a small apology for nearly crushing me with that formidable weight of yours, you know. And since when did you become a human pedometer?
.Bao: The moment you lifted me on your back, I’m going to ask right away–where’s the beast I knew back in the bed room?
.Lorenzo: You broke the beast with just a little pressure–imagine how glad he’d be to hear how tasty his moves felt to his tamer.
Lorenzo answered with a smirk and held her chin, maintaining eye contact. As she processed his statement, her gaze slowly scanned down to his midsection. The memories of what happened between them in the bedroom replayed in her head. Then, she gently pulled away and turned around, rubbing her arms with a shy side glance. Quietly, she admitted it to herself. Despite that, she still felt his arms gently wrap around her upper arms, aligning their bodies together.
Bao: There are three unbelievable things here:
.Lorenzo: (sigh) And what might this three things be?
.Bao: First, I can’t believe we actually had s*x. Second, I can’t believe we’re talking about it. And third, I can’t believe we’re in the bathroom together—n***d and about to bathe. (snorts) My parents would be so disappointed, especially my mother. In China, something like this is taken far more seriously than people think. We don’t do things like this casually. When a woman gives her body to a man, it’s not just s*x… it means everything.
.Lorenzo: I know. But I truly believe Mother would have been more disappointed if I had given you up to the organization instead. I’m certain she’d understand this… us—and be glad to know we didn’t do it casually. What we did was real, a testament to the love we have for each other. I’m sure she’d understand we did it as two people who care… deeply.
After saying that, moved by his words, Bao turned around and looked at him. She pursed her lips under the slow stream of water from the shower, which soaked her hair, and she blurted out in a challenging tone, her arms folded.
Bao: Wow, look at you—so confident and bold. Rrr! Just who do you think you are?
.Lorenzo: I’m just a guy who believes in principles!
Lorenzo retorted as they shared eye contact, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips. Bao gave him a quick blink and pursed her lips before asking.
Bao: Would you be confident enough to say that in front of my parents if they were still alive?
.Lorenzo: Absolutely. I’d look them in the eyes and say it without hesitation—because what we have is real. And I don’t regret loving you for a second.
.Bao: (snorts) I believe in you. You see, considering what happened between us earlier, especially if my father were still alive, he’d say I was being too reckless. A girl shouldn’t do this before marriage; it’s something serious in my culture—he’d probably skin me alive. It might sound a little funny, but we’re talking about what could have been the consequences, you know? Even if they’re not alive to witness it, I’m sure their spirits are aware by now.
Bao rubbed her face after saying that, her head slightly lowered. But Lorenzo gently held her upper arms, prompting her to look up at him as he asked.
Lorenzo: Understandable, but do you feel like you’re being… reckless with me?
.Bao: No, I feel safe, loved, protected and I’ve never regretted doing it and being with you.
Bao responded boldly with a faint smile. Then, Lorenzo tilted his head to the side and placed a French kiss on her lips. They made out, their lips moving in a slow frenzy, but soon stopped kissing. With Lorenzo’s hands on her cheeks, their foreheads rested against each other while Bao held his wrists. They exhaled under the gentle stream of water flowing from the shower, their eyes slightly closed.
Lorenzo: And I don’t regret loving you.
.Bao: Do you?
.Lorenzo: Not even a second.
Then, Bao turns around, holding his arms and wrapped it around her necks herself into an embrace as their body aligned, closing the space between them, except for the water from the shower that run down on their body in that moment. Despite that, the water still actively run through their body, leaving them to close their eyes. Then, they began to move their aligned body side to side in a subtle slow rhythm, as they felt connected to each other. Moving side to side in that slow rhythm, they spoke heart to heart.
Lorenzo: So..?
.Bao: So what?
.Lorenzo: After the shower, we’ll get dressed, go shopping, and get your replacement passport ready.
.Bao: Yeah?
.Lorenzo: Do you have your ID, or did you forgot it back there too?
.Bao: Err, I may have to check my skirt to see if my phone has been in my pocket the whole time. I can’t vividly recall whether I took it with me or not after what happened back home—my mind was carried away. But it’s the only way to find out, because I kept my ID and two passports in the pouch at the back of my phone.
.Lorenzo: Luckily, if you check and find your phone in there, it saves us the trouble of any further delays. But if it’s not there, then we’ll have no choice but to get you another ID and passport as soon as possible.
.Bao: Let’s just hope so.
Bao thought back to the tragic scene at her house, her mind skipping to the moment her father was shot. But then, Lorenzo turned on the shower, changing its slow trickle into a swift downpour. The sudden rush of water startled her, washing away those thoughts. She gasped, a hint of a smile forming on her face as the quick drops hit her skin, and Lorenzo pulled her into an even tighter embrace.
Minutes later, they both walked out of the bathroom—Bao with a white towel wrapped around her body, and Lorenzo with one around his waist. Beads of water clung to their skin, slowly trailing down, while Bao’s soaked, dark hair stuck to her back. Mindlessly, she went to pick up her skirt from the bed as soon as they stepped out. Lorenzo’s eyes followed her, feasting on the smooth, tanned skin of her body with affection and desire etched into his gaze, a faint, loving smile curling on his lips. Nothing made him smile more than knowing he had earned her trust and the love they now shared.
Bao, unaware of his gaze on her, raised her maxi skirt and slipped one hand into the right-side pocket. She felt something inside and silently prayed it was her phone and not something else. As her fingers grasped it, she pulled it out—only to find that it was indeed her phone. She heaved a sigh of relief and showed it to Lorenzo.
Bao: Good grief, It was in my pocket all along.
.Lorenzo: Great! But let’s not start smiling just yet. We still need to confirm if the ID and your passports are in the pouch of your phone.
Lorenzo urged, still gazing at her.
Bao: Oh, right! I’m quite sure about that, but it’s good we confirm.
.Lorenzo: I love that!
Lorenzo blurted, sending her a warm smile, which made her smile back at him. She then gently pulled the pouch off the phone a little, checked it, and nodded to him before covering the phone back with the pouch.
Bao: I can’t believe it–my phone’s been with me all this time! How did I not notice?
Bao said, putting her phone back into one of the pockets of her skirt. As she did, Lorenzo slowly walked up to her, speaking in a gentle voice.
Lorenzo: It doesn’t matter, does it? What matters is that you checked your skirt and found your phone, along with your ID and passports. Anyways, get dressed and wait for me in the living room.
.Bao: What are you going to do?
Bao asked, dropping her skirt on the bed and looking him on the face, as she held his hand.
Lorenzo: Glad you asked that. I’m going upstairs now to get dressed in something better while I discuss with the passport agent on phone. I’ll be back in a jiffy.
Lorenzo answered assertively, and Bao nodded. Then he cupped her neck, pulled her close, and planted a kiss on her forehead before heading out of the room, grabbing his clothes from the floor along with his phone. As soon as he left, Bao gathered her skirt and underwear scattered across the floor, along with the rest of her clothes, and walked into the bathroom. She placed them on a hook, then gently patted her body dry with a towel in front of the mirror. Afterward, she dried her hair and continued.
Meanwhile, upstairs in the room, Lorenzo walked in energetically and tossed his clothes into the laundry hamper while scrolling through his phone. As he did, he walked over to his wardrobe, pulled out a grey oversized sweater along with a pair of dark baggy trousers from a hanger, and laid them on the bed. He then placed his phone on the bed and began changing into the clothes, his eyes still fixed on the screen as it dialed the passport agent. Shortly after, he picked up the phone and held it to his ear.
Passport agent: Hello, who do I have the pleasure of speaking with?
.Lorenzo: Hey, it’s me, Conti Lorenzo.
.Passport agent: Oh, Mr. Conti. I didn’t know it was you…
.Lorenzo: No worries, I’m calling from my second line.
.Passport agent: Okay, I’ll make sure to save it now. It’s been a while since we last spoke on the phone. What can I do for you today, Mr. Conti?
.Lorenzo: Good! Can I trust you with this?
.Passport agent: What’s a business without trust? Please, feel free to share anything with me, Mr Conti.
.Lorenzo: Then, what I’m about to say stays between us. Understood?
.Passport agent: I promise, whatever you say stays between us, Mr Conti.
.Lorenzo: Listen, an incident happened today that almost cost my girlfriend’s life. In fact, it recently happened, and it is truly a matter of life and death. She and her father were trying to leave this afternoon when a gang raided their compound, intending to harm them. Her father was killed in the process, but luckily, she managed to escape the gangsters’ clutches. Right now, she’s at my house, and we’re both worried the gang might still be after her. I fear it’s only a matter of time before they catch up with her if nothing is done.
.Passport agent: I’m guessing she’s from a Chinese family. Am I right, sir?
.Lorenzo: Right. This isn’t just a guess. How the f**k did you know?
Lorenzo asked suspiciously and assertively, sitting on the bed with a furrowed brow and side-eyed glance.
Passport agent: It’s on the news, Mr. Conti. I’m currently watching it on TV. Six members of the Red Wolves invaded Dundas Street, both east, murdering a Chinese man named Wei Yang in cold blood. Ten people were wounded while trying to run for their lives. This is.. this is more horrible than we could ever imagine, Mr Conti.
The passport agent apprised Lorenzo, who didn’t utter a word after, quietly facepalming and sighing softly. Her last statement didn’t surprise him much; he already understood when she lamented that it was more horrible than they could ever imagine. To him, it meant one thing—mutilation. The poor man was likely either decapitated or hacked into pieces like an animal, or perhaps his intestines or heart were ripped out. Knowing the kind of gang he was dealing with, they don’t offer a quick death; their kills are filled with deep pain and agony, which they view as a sign of loyalty to the organization.
As for Bao’s father, on the other hand, Lorenzo knew the kind of man he was, especially considering he was a martial old man. He knew he wouldn’t give up his family no matter what. But for some reason, Lorenzo thought he was a fool. He couldn’t still help but wonder why he would go to such lengths to borrow money from his organization, implicating his daughter in something she knew nothing about. As much as he hated what the man did, a part of him pitied him for dying such a miserable death, trying to save both wife and daughter.
Still facepalming and rubbing his eyes, Lorenzo exhaled softly and dropped his hand from his face to his thigh. Noticing how quiet he was, the passport agent asked.
Passport agent: Hello, are you there, Mr Conti?
.Lorenzo: Yeah, I’m here.
.Passport agent: What should I do?
.Lorenzo: Here’s what we are going to do. She and her father were set to relocate earlier this afternoon before the violence erupted. After the gang attacked and killed her father, she had no choice but to flee—leaving everything behind, including her passport and other essentials. Now, she needs a replacement passport immediately. Getting her out of the country within 24 hours is not just necessary—it’s critical for her safety. I can’t imagine what’d happened if she stays here one more day.
.Passport agent: I completely understand your concern, Mr. Conti, and we’ll take care of everything as swiftly as possible. Given that she fled the scene of the violent attack and had to leave behind her passport and other essential documents, she will definitely need to replace them. However, considering the danger involved, it’s also important that she obtains a new Chinese Resident ID card, alongside the passport replacement.
.Lorenzo: I got you, but that won’t be necessary. Luckily, she already has her ID and passport with her. As for the official police report, it’s not strictly necessary, right? I can start taking her to the Chinese embassy now after those requirements.
.Passport agent: Er, while the police report isn’t strictly mandatory for the passport, it’s highly recommended in cases like this — especially since the passport was lost in such a dangerous and violent situation. It will help expedite the process and validate her case. She should bring the police report and any supporting documents to the Chinese embassy for processing, and we can begin the replacement process right away. We can also apply for expedited processing if needed, depending on the urgency of the situation. But then, I’m afraid your girlfriend might not be able to get the passport within 24 hours, Mr. Conti.
As she finished her statement, Lorenzo tried to intimidate her, consumed by the way she ended it. But then he closed his eyes and exhaled, maintaining his composure before opening them and speaking.
Lorenzo: Let me be real with you here: you’re trustworthy and pleasant. In fact, your professionalism is quite impressive—unlike any other agent I’ve dealt with. But as reliable as you are, your words always seem to carry some unexpected twist—and they never fail to disappoint me at times. Honestly, I’m f*****g disappointed. You mean to tell me she won’t be able to get the passport within 24 hours? Are you serious right now? Do you even understand the kind of danger my girlfriend is in? This is literally a matter of life and death—you get that, right?
.Passport agent: Yes, I understand, Mr. Conti, and I apologize if my previous words upset you. The standard procedure is to issue a replacement passport within 48 hours, provided all necessary documents are in order. However, I assure you that we will do our best to ensure she receives her passport within that timeframe.
.Lorenzo: You better make it happen in 48 hours. No excuses.
.Passport agent: Yes, within 48 hours! You have my words, Mr Conti.
.Lorenzo: I don’t care if you have to wake the entire consulate—just make it happen. Anything else I should know?
.Passport agent: Oh, yes. Wow. (Clicks, clicks, clicks) I just figured she can check our embassy’s official passport replacement portal and fill in all the required details for urgent processing and expedited passport service. If approved, she could receive her new passport within 48 hours—without stressing about coming to the embassy, unless her biometrics are needed, and that would be after submitting the application online. I’ll send you the link so she can get started right away.
.Lorenzo: That’s better. Send it right away!
As soon as he said that, he ended the call immediately, dropped his phone on the bed beside him, and walked over to the shoe rack a few meters away. He carefully picked two pairs of classic sneakers from it, sat back on the bed, and put them on as quickly as possible. Next, he entered a four-digit code to unlock a strong drawer built into his bed, then pulled it out. A new silver Glock 17 with bullets came into view, resting atop 10 bundles of CAD dollars.
For a while, he examined the items before picking up the gun, followed by the bullets. Within seconds, he loaded it with focused attention, then smoothly slid the rack back and tucked the gun behind his back into his trousers. After that, he grabbed a bundle of $100 and $20 CAD dollars for emergency purposes and stuffed them into his front trouser pocket. At that moment, his phone beeped with a notification, but he didn’t bother to check it, assuming it was a message from the passport agent. He then closed the drawer and locked it as usual before picking up his phone from the bed to confirm the message.
As soon as he confirmed the message, he walked out of his room with a confident stride, locking the door behind him before jogging downstairs. He found Bao in the living room, just as he had instructed earlier. She was sitting quietly and nervously on a chair, fidgeting with her fingers on her knees and her legs clasped together. The moment Lorenzo reached the bottom of the stairs, she stood up immediately and looked in his direction, asking a question right away with a nervous, hesitant look on her face.
Bao: Did you get a chance to talk with the passport agent? What did she say?
.Lorenzo: Alright. Take a deep breath and chill out, dear. I already discussed with the passport agent on phone. But there’s good news and bad news. Which one would you like to hear first?
Bao exhaled heavily before answering, her eyes fixed in his direction as he got closer to her.
Bao: Okay. Start with the bad one.
.Lorenzo: Based on what I was sent, we have to reach out to the police station and file an official report about the incident — especially since it’s a Grade A crime involving murder. I’ve been trying to avoid the cops, I won’t lie. With the deadly violence going on lately, especially from the Red Wolves, the authorities are cracking down hard. They’re arresting anyone affiliated, even those who haven’t caused any trouble — no exceptions. But still, it’s one of the few ways to make the process faster and cleaner, and more importantly — to avoid any future complications, like being flagged or banned for vandalism or suspicious activity. Now here’s the catch — the Chinese embassy’s website doesn’t accept uploads of official police reports, so we’ll have to submit that in person during your biometric screening. That’s where your fingerprint will be taken too.
.Bao: (gulps) So… I’m going to the embassy?
Bao asked nervously, fearing that the Red Wolves members might still be out there, searching for her. She also feared that her escape from the deadly gang may not be repeated, believing it was only luck that saved her the first time. As much as she felt safe with Lorenzo, the fear lingered—but Lorenzo gently placed his palm on her cheek, offering silent reassurance and giving her a little more hope. His comfort was the only thing keeping her going, and she couldn’t help but wonder what would’ve happened without him.
Lorenzo: I totally understand. You’re nervous about those men who might still be out there looking for you—but you’re not alone in this. We’re going to get through it together, and I promise you, we’ll overcome this. Besides, as long as I’m with you, they wouldn’t dare lay a finger on you. I’m still the right hand of the organization, and you know exactly what that means. Yeah, I know I haven’t said that before—but worry less, dear.
.Bao: I’m not only worried about that. I’m also worried about you—especially regarding the police report we want to file at the station. You said it yourself—you’ve been avoiding the cops because these days, they’re apprehending Red Wolves members whenever and wherever they find them. But you’re not going to get arrested because of me, are you? Tell me!
.Lorenzo: Do you trust me?
.Bao: Should I not?
.Lorenzo: Then quit worrying. There’s always a way, alright?
.Bao: (sigh solemnly) Alright!
.Lorenzo: But the good news? You don’t need to go to the embassy for every step. Most of the key requirements for the passport replacement — aside from the biometrics and police file — can be done entirely online. The agent just sent me the link to the embassy portal with clear instructions. Since your ID and passport are luckily still with you, all you need to do now is log into the portal. Come. Sit. Let’s get this done together. Bring out your ID and passport — I’ll walk you through it on my phone.
Lorenzo explained gently, holding her hand as he sat beside her, his eyes locked on his phone with sharp focus. Bao quietly reached into her phone pouch, pulling out her ID and passport, and handed them to him. Then he guided her through the online passport replacement form on the Chinese embassy portal, carefully filling in each detail while she watched, silent and trusting, but nods In anticipation as he did. When they finally completed the submission, both leaned back into the chair with a soft exhale. Bao rested her head on Lorenzo’s shoulder, wrapping his arm around her, fingers gliding up and down her upper arm, his face towards the ceiling in thought.
Then — Ping!
A sharp notification tone broke the moment, coming from Bao’s phone. They both sat up instantly. Lorenzo’s eyes darted to the screen, brows rising as he blurted out.
Lorenzo: That should be the code, am I right?
.Bao: Right! I’ve received an email with the confirmation code…
In that moment, the passport agent call came through Lorenzo’s phone, which stopped Bao from proceeding, allowing him to answer the call to know what’s the passport agent got to say.
Passport Agent (on the phone): Hello, Mr Conti. I’ve just confirmed the application went through on our end. Since it’s an urgent request and she selected expedited processing, she should receive her application tracking number and confirmation email within the next few hours — usually between one to six hours. Just make sure she checks her inbox and spam folder. Once the tracking number arrives, we can begin tracking the progress. And remember, she doesn’t have to go anywhere yet. The only thing we’re waiting on now is the biometric appointment. But for now, she’s doing great. I’ll send you the direct tracking link as soon as the system generates the tracking number.
.Lorenzo: I was just about to inform you that she’s received the confirmation code already, but I understand now. We’ll update you once she’s received the tracking number.
.Passport agent: Alright, Mr. Conti. In the meantime, I’ll be monitoring the system for any updates. If there are any changes, I’ll let you know. Looking forward to hearing from you.
As soon as she finished her statement, Lorenzo ends the call immediately and looked at Bao, who placed her ID and her passports back in her phone pouch
Lorenzo: I hope you were listening carefully.
.Bao: (sighs softly) Yes! Loud and clear. We must be time-conscious about the application tracking number and confirmation. My phone won’t fail to notify me. So, what’s next?
.Lorenzo: While we wait for the tracking number to be generated, let’s get you somewhere safe—this place isn’t secure anymore. Come to think of it, the embassy just gave us a window of opportunity. We’re going to take it and handle everything needed for your travel. By the time we’re done, that tracking number will likely be in your inbox. It’s just a 2-hour ride, plus a few stops for the essentials. So let’s move—now’s our chance.
.Bao: (exhales) Okay, let’s make it happen.
Bao agreed, and Lorenzo grabbed the car keys. They both walked out of the house, holding hands, with Bao just closely behind him. As soon as they emerged, Lorenzo unlocked the white Challenger with a tap on the key fob, urging Bao to get in quickly while he locked the mansion door. Moments later, he walked to the car, casting furtive glances around the area before getting in. Once inside, he started the engine and pulled off with a sharp J-turn. As he turned onto the next road, he executed a powerslide, the car drifting sideways until it regained balance—then he sped off.
First of all, Lorenzo drove to a nearby ladies’ boutique and bought Bao some beautiful dresses, shoes, slippers, and other items of her choice. He even had the sales attendants help her get dressed. Considering the danger surrounding them, he didn’t want to risk any exposure or recognition, believing the men who killed Bao’s father were still looking for her. By the time they left the boutique, Bao was wearing a brand-new blue short-sleeve blouse with dark straight jeans and stylish shoes. Both wore face masks, while Lorenzo also had his head covered with the hood of his large sweater. He also bought her a large piece of luggage to pack her belongings.
Next, they stopped by a local police station to file the official police report, with Lorenzo staying by Bao’s side until it was completed. Now, back in the car, Bao sat close to him, snuggling against his side. They both had their eyes on the official police report she held in her hands, freshly issued just minutes ago. Silence had lingered between them the whole time, until Lorenzo finally broke it.
Lorenzo: (exhales) Two out of five–done. The report is filed and the code has been acquired.
.Bao: Yeah, so what’re these last three remaining?
Bao asked quietly, not fully focused—her eyes were scanning the words in the report. Meanwhile, Lorenzo inserted the key into the car’s ignition by the side of the steering wheel and answered her without hesitation, assertively.
Lorenzo: Now, we’re still waiting on the tracking number, the passport isn’t ready yet, and the flights are still pending, yet to be acquired.
.Bao: Right. Ahem, I saw what you did back there–at the police station.
Bao said quietly, took her eyes off the police report, leaned back against the seat of the car in a relaxed position, and looked in his direction.
Lorenzo: (pretending) Can you remind me what I did back there?
.Bao: Bribery? Smart move, but a bad one!
.Lorenzo: Great! My thoughts eventually came to pass. I figured you’d comment on that. Well, if you must know, I couldn’t risk waiting ten minutes for the report to be filed. I didn’t even expect the police officer would accept the bribe after I told him we needed the files in one minute without any delay. Otherwise, I’d risk getting caught, even though the officers were too busy to notice that I’m a member of the Red Wolves. It’s a miracle I got out of there. I did what needed to be done.
.Bao: (Holds his hand) And that’s why I feel much better right now—things are progressing without any hindrance, and most importantly, seeing you sitting by my side in the car without… getting caught or anything. Honestly, I don’t know what might happen if something like that were to happen to you.
Bao uttered, caressing his hand, her eyes fixed on him. Lorenzo snorted, tilting his head toward her face and dropping a kiss on her lips. For a moment, she held his chin before they unlocked their lips, their faces so close to each other. They looked into each other’s eyes, and Lorenzo spoke.
Lorenzo: I told you there’s always a way, didn’t I?
.Bao: Yes, how could I ever forget that?
.Lorenzo: We’re on track, which means the others will be acquired too. I’m very sure about that. Do you know you’re so beautiful?
.Bao: And do you also know that we still have somewhere to go?
.Lorenzo: Hm, right! And here we go now. Put on your nose mask and don’t forget to fasten your seatbelt. Lastly—and most importantly—stay sharp for the tracking number. A few hours from now, it should drop in your email inbox.
Lorenzo answered and winked at her, while she nodded with a hint of a smile on her lips and quickly fastened her seatbelt. Seeing that smile filled him with happiness—so different from the nervous look she wore earlier. He started the engine and sped off, holding her hand gently while steering comfortably with the other.
As their car sped along, overtaking others without a care in the world, they chatted with each other. After a long ride and conversation, they found themselves stuck in traffic. It was still broad daylight, and the sun was scorching. Bao adjusted herself in the seat, planning to take a quick nap—when her phone pinged loudly with a notification. Instantly, sleep vanished from her eyes, hoping it was the tracking number. She checked her phone and saw it: the tracking number had arrived in her Gmail. Calmly, she informed Lorenzo, whose eyes remained fixed on the road, both hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.
Bao: Lorenzo, guess what? I just got notified—my request was successfully submitted, and I’ve been sent my tracking number. Take a look!
Showing him the email notification on her phone, Lorenzo narrowed his eyes and scanned the message before saying
Lorenzo: Oh, perfect. That’s the code we needed. Now we can track the progress. Login with that number ASAP.
Bao didn’t hesitate to access it using her tracking number. As soon as she opened the portal and viewed her application status, she read out what she saw.
Bao: “In Review. Biometrics Pending…”
.Lorenzo: F**k! Your biometric appointment has not been scheduled yet..
.Bao: So, that means the application is currently under review.
.Lorenzo: That’s the point. We need to call the agent ASAP to have your biometric appointment scheduled.
As he said that, he took out his phone from his pocket and called the agent, who answered immediately with a question.
Passport agent: Any updates on the tracking number, Mr Conti?
.Lorenzo: She’s got her tracking ID, but the appointment is still pending. Her tracking number is CHN2024-********. Fix that immediately.
.Passport agent: Roger that. I’ll get back at you as soon as possible.
Within minutes, the passport agent called back.
Passport agent: (on call, updates them) Okay, Mr Conti. Her file is already in the queue. Since it’s an emergency case with a verified ID, I’ll escalate it manually to secure a biometric slot by this evening. She won’t need to go to the embassy for now, but we’ll need her to be ready by 5 p.m. Her biometric capture should be the final step before approval.
.Lorenzo: Very well. I’ll make sure she’s ready and has everything she needs. Good job — I like how this is progressing. 5 p.m., we’ll be there. Please, no delays or change of time — I’m counting on you.
After that, Lorenzo ended the call and looked at Bao. Then, he wore a reassuring smile and said in a comforting voice:
Lorenzo: Just one more push, baby. One more push.
Hearing that, Bao nodded and tilted her head up slightly, resting it against the car seat’s headrest, followed by a sigh of relief. Although they were both informed that they had to be at the embassy by 5 p.m. for Bao’s biometric appointment, the two lovebirds decided to drive to the Chinese embassy in their car, believing it was the safer and faster option to save time. However, they didn’t get out of the car upon arriving at the embassy’s parking lot in Vancouver. Instead, they waited patiently inside the vehicle. Bao fell asleep along the way, while Lorenzo stayed awake, watching over her.
But before their arrival, they had already printed and prepared the documents needed for Bao’s biometric appointment—documents they would likely be asked to provide. Once it was 5 p.m., Lorenzo made a call and alerted the passport agent about their arrival. Soon, the agent rushed out of the embassy, exchanged pleasantries with them, had a quick discussion, and then accompanied Bao into the Chinese embassy. Her biometric appointment had been completed quickly by a colleague of the passport agent, thanks to the connections the agent had there. Bao was able to leave the embassy as quickly as possible. In the meantime, Lorenzo sent a voice message to someone on his phone while in the car, saying this just before Bao emerged from the embassy. Then, they departed.
Lorenzo: Hello, friend. How’ve you been? Listen, we don’t have time for small talk. Get your team ready, arm up, and head to the location I just sent. Now.
Tbc…
