Frankie had never imagined being part of the secret service. He was assigned to you, the child of one of the most influential and targeted people in the world at the moment.

"I don't like this." Frankie said as he walked beside you through an event. He kept an observant eye around. He didn't like how crowded it was. "Stay close."

You knew better than to disobey. Frankie had kept you alive on more than one occasion in just a month of working to protect you.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, followed by more of them. Before you could even process what was happening, Frankie pushed you to the ground, covering you with his body. You felt the impact of a bullet, but your body didn't hurt.