C83 The Turning of the Screw

JAMES

I wasted no time in hiring the bodyguard for my Sugar. Luke Marshall, a strapping man in his early thirties, was ex-military, with an excellent track record. Not also was he adept at hand-to-hand combat, had a black belt in Jujitsu and had that don’t-fuck-with-me attitude down to a T. A bit too handsome to my liking, but I trusted Destiny. I smirked to myself. Also