“Yes… you’re going to have a bodyguard…. and you’ll meet him today; very soon actually…” I mentioned.

“Well; who is this… guy…?” She said uncomfortably. I looked at her curiously; she was getting troubled with my idea of the bodyguard. We were no longer close; she was she was sitting at one end and me lying almost in the middle of the bed.

“His name is Smoky D…. and he’s coming by around in the afternoon…” I said in a relax tone.

“His name is Smoky D?? What is he a dog??” She said to me; she seems a little pissed. I didn’t know how to settle it. Her words irritated me a bit.

“Do you know how he got that name Smoky D… why people call him that…?”

“Why is that Shane…?” She asked; still making fun of the name.

“Because; once he managed to kill thirty-four members of the Chinese Triads in one go… with only two guns in his hands… his shots were all in the head and the heart; he killed them all less than five minutes…. with a cigarette stuck to his lips and he only missed one guy; the guy that he was supposed to save… my dad… and also because he blows the smoke of his gun every time he is done with it…” I said; I left her speechless. “I would really appreciate… if you don’t make fun of the guy that would probably going to save your life Carmen….” I turned my head and looked at the top ceiling again.

Should I tell her that we took him out from a 700,000euro deal to assassinate someone who’ve witnessed a mob killing; and he could’ve done the job less than ten minutes… that I specifically asked for Smoky D just for Carmen; because I know she’ll never be harmed in his hands. Should I tell her how much I’m paying Smoky? No; she doesn’t need to know the details.

“I-I-I’m sorry…” She said. “So; he saved your dad?” She asked.

“Yeah; it was a set up… There were two Chinese Triad’s boss there and the rest was their members and one single white guy… Gabriel McCutcheon; they were arms dealing but one of the Triad’s bosses didn’t like the agreement… you couldn’t believe where Smoky was hiding in that warehouse….” I trailed off; I looked at her and she didn’t listen to what I was saying. She was thinking about us.