Being the child of a very influential man had its perks—having a bodyguard was begrudgingly one of them.

Keegan P. Russ was not someone you particularly liked being around. The man was eerily quiet and watched you like a hawk—which was his job but you still didn't appreciate it. It was impossible to sneak out now that you had someone keeping constant tabs on you.

"Where are you going?" Keegan asked as he caught you trying to sneak out once again.