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Sunlight flickered through a scattering of high cloud casting a golden glow on the honey stone of the cloisters. Once a monastery, the ancient building still had an atmosphere of calm tranquillity despite its current occupation as the home of over two hundred postgraduate students. The cloisters surrounded a grassy quad where students lounged with books and laptops, enjoying the mild spring day. Behind the pillars it was cool, pockets of deep shade alternated with patches of bright sunlight – it could have been the starting point for an Escher drawing. In a dim corner a young man leaned against the wall, one leg drawn up, eyes closed. A leather satchel rested at his feet. His stance seemed relaxed but closer examination would have revealed a tension in his shoulders and fingers that tapped in impatient agitation against the stone. A few minutes passed and his eyes opened to the sound of footsteps approaching. The newcomer paused in front of him, blocking his line of sight through the quad. They spoke briefly then the second man leaned in to steal a furtive kiss. They spoke again, this time with some urgency and then went their separate ways. Neither looked back.


At a first floor window there was a flicker of movement as someone moved away into the room beyond. Professor Abbott had seen all he needed to – news of that secretive kiss, that brief, careless moment, would bring him generous rewards when he reported it. He picked up the phone and dialled the number he had committed to memory. A gruff voice answered,



“Report.”



“Confirmed.”



“Certain?”



“Witnessed.”



“Very well.”



The receiver was replaced with a click. Professor Abbott sat at his desk and smiled to himself as he made plans for his unexpected windfall. He spared no thought for any other repercussions of his actions.



Two hours later a low black sedan with darkly tinted windows pulled up in the visitors’ car park. It was followed by a nondescript black van that parked in the space beside it. Two men emerged from the car. They wore dark suits and ties, sunglasses and looked like they’d been recently released from a high security jail. They were big; heavily muscled rather than fat and wore the high tech earpieces favoured by expensive private security firms. Together they walked purposefully towards the accommodation block, punched in the access code without hesitation and made their way to the end of the corridor. One of them rapped sharply on the door of the last room on the left. The door swung open to reveal the young man from the cloisters. As soon as he saw them he tried to slam the door shut but two hundred and fifty pounds of muscle blocked its progress and shoved it open with a crash. Fingers of iron sank into his shoulder and propelled him into the corridor.



“Your father requires your presence.”



They said nothing further and marched him down the corridor and out of the door. There was no-one around to witness his departure or wonder about the anguished look on his face as he was escorted to the sedan and pushed roughly into the back seat. The door locked automatically behind him and the screen between the front and rear seats slid silently into place confining him to the passenger compartment. The two men climbed into the front and the vehicle pulled smoothly away. As they departed the van moved round to the front of the accommodation block. Within the hour the end room had been stripped of its contents, the van loaded and driven away.



Two hundred miles away in a characterless London office Carson Forbes sat across a glass topped table from the head of Prudentia Security. Outside there was nothing to indicate the nature of the business housed within the building, just a single discrete bell. Prudentia had a well-deserved reputation for cast-iron confidentiality, ruthlessly effective staff and a staggering propensity for plausible deniability. Their services came only at significant cost, something that was of no interest to one of the richest and most powerful business tycoons in the country. Carson Forbes reeked of wealth and the arrogance of the untouchable. His gloved hands held a slim file and hard eyes scanned its contents rapidly. He closed the folder and placed it back on the desk.



“You are sure that this man will meet my expectations?”



A silent nod answered his question.



“And he is aware of the conditions of the post?”



“Yes Mr. Forbes. He has been fully apprised of the situation.”



“Very well. I will expect him in the morning.”



He rose and extended a hand, which was shaken firmly.



No further words were exchanged and it was only after he had left the building that Prudentia’s nameless leader picked up his phone, “Lydia, please be so kind as to show Mr. Ellory in.”



Jake Ellory stood across the desk from his anonymous boss. He had never known his name and didn’t want to. Prudentia only recruited ex-military personnel, usually special forces or those with the kind of skills that couldn’t be readily found in the civilian world. Jake had joined the army at eighteen straight out of school. His athletic prowess and fearless approach had got him noticed quickly and within two years he had been recruited by a small, secretive unit that specialised in highly dangerous operations. He had a natural aptitude for the work and gained a solid reputation for quiet efficiency. Four years later he accepted an honourable discharge though he never spoke of his reasons for leaving a job he loved. At twenty-four he was back in the real world possessing the kind of skills that would have had any normal employer reaching for the Valium. He didn’t know how Prudentia had found him but it didn’t matter. They appreciated his unique talents and paid very well for them. In the last six months he had mainly been involved in diplomatic protection work for foreign dignitaries but he’d been pulled from his latest job and asked to take on something a little more permanent.



Jake was to become the personal bodyguard for Carson Forbes’ son. He recalled the briefing clearly.



“Nathaniel is Forbes’ adopted son. His mother died in a car crash when he was twelve and his twin brother was badly hurt. He now lives in a private sanatorium. Forbes is Nathaniel’s stepfather and was his legal guardian until he reached the age of eighteen. Nathaniel will inherit a substantial fortune on his twenty-third birthday and has been the target of several kidnap attempts. Until he inherits, he is reliant on his stepfather for both the protection he needs and the funding of his brother’s care. Forbes has removed him from college after discovering that he has been developing inappropriate friendships.” This last was said with a slightly raised eyebrow.



“The boy is now unwillingly confined to his father’s estate in Cumbria. You will not only provide protection, you will ensure that he stays there. You will be with him twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. The contract is initially for six months during which time you will have no leave. Forbes has given him a daily timetable to which he must adhere – you will make sure that he does.”



Jake had no family, no ties, nothing to stop him from accepting the contract however strange it sounded – more prison guard than bodyguard.



His boss gave him a hard look, “Forbes has accepted your appointment. If you are still up for the job he will be expecting you in Cumbria tomorrow morning.”



“I’ll be there sir.”



“Very well. Weekly reports please, and good luck.”



Jake recognised dismissal and headed for the exit. All his belongings were already packed into his car. There had been little point in renewing the lease on his tiny flat when he was going to be away for so long. He paused in the foyer of the building and took a critical look at himself in the mirrored wall. His dark blonde hair had grown out a little from the severe military cut he had left the army with but he still kept it fairly short as it had a habit of becoming uncontrollable once it reached his collar. He was clean-shaven and lightly tanned; classically handsome, his most noticeable feature was a pair of cornflower blue eyes that gazed astutely from beneath dark gold lashes. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d been accused of wearing coloured contact lenses but his vision was perfect and vanity was not one of his failings. He had maintained a strict fitness regime since his discharge ensuring that his 6′2″ frame stayed lean. He preferred to run and swim rather than lift weights or train at a gym, but he did keep up his martial arts training at a local dojo. He shrugged at his reflection. It didn’t matter what he looked like, he didn’t think he would be dating anyone any time soon. Mr. tall, dark and gorgeous was unlikely to be found on a private Cumbrian estate.



Eight o’clock the next morning found Jake outside the imposing gates of the Forbes estate. High walls stretched away from the gates topped with razor wire and broken glass. He stared into a camera and announced himself to the small intercom. The gates swung open smoothly and he drove up to a gatehouse where his identification was checked by a uniformed guard with a gun prominently displayed at his hip. Forbes clearly took his security seriously; the guards he employed were alert and efficient, courteous but authoritative. Jake was handed a map and directed to the garages to leave his car. As instructed he presented himself at the rear entrance and was greeted by a greasy looking man in a dark suit who introduced himself as Mr. Forbes’ assistant, Cecil. He scurried, rodent-like, along lengthy corridors and up a flight of stairs before tapping gently on a pair of double doors that he then pushed open. He gestured to Jake that he should go in and closed the doors behind him.



“Your timekeeping is excellent Mr. Ellory. I will be relying on you to ensure that Nathaniel adopts similar punctuality.” Carson Forbes smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. “My son is undisciplined and rebellious. He is twenty-one years old and it’s high time he learned some respect. I have given him too much freedom and he has taken advantage of my generosity by cultivating friendships that could damage my reputation irreparably. The action I am taking may seem extreme Mr. Ellory but I expect your support. Nathaniel was brought back here yesterday, against his wishes. He cares little for his own safety but he will stay because I will withdraw support for his brother’s care if he does not. He has been given a schedule that will govern his day from six in the morning until ten at night. If I am here, he will dine with me at 8pm. He will dress appropriately and you will strip search him before he does. I am under no illusion Mr. Ellory – my son hates me. You will make sure that he doesn’t do anything that might endanger his health, and that includes attacking me.”



He handed Jake a single piece of paper and a key, “Here is this week’s schedule and the key to his room. You may think me cruel, but I have Nathaniel’s best interests at heart. I will see you each Saturday at 8am to give you the week’s activities. Now, do you have any questions?”



Jake shook his head, “No Sir. Not at the moment.”



“Very well. Nathaniel’s room is in the west wing on the first floor. Your own is next to it and your things have been brought in for you. I will leave you to introduce yourself. It’s better that I don’t accompany you. Good day.”



Jake left the room and pushed the doors quietly closed. Carson Forbes was a scary man, and Jake did not scare easily. His eyes were cold and Jake doubted that his motivations were anything but selfish. This was a man that got what he wanted and a twenty-one year old boy was not going to get in his way. Jake sighed. He was only three years older than Nathaniel and he could imagine exactly how he was feeling. He only hoped that the boy proved to be a spoilt brat with no redeeming qualities – that would make his job easier to do.



He headed up the stairs and along the west wing corridor. The house was enormous, tastefully decorated and furnished with only the best antiques and pictures. There was no warmth though, the place was all show, carefully designed to make a certain impression. He knew the end door would be locked but he knocked gently anyway then used his key to gain entry. The room was dim, the curtains drawn. A computer screen flickered and music he didn’t recognise was playing at a low volume. Jake walked over to the window and pulled the curtains back to let in the light. To his shock there were narrow bars behind the glass, striping the light on to the thick carpet in bands.



“That’s why I keep them closed. I don’t like the view.”



The voice that spoke was calm and quiet. Jake turned towards it and swallowed hard. Sitting on the four-poster bed, legs crossed and clutching a book was a young man that could have walked straight out of his dreams. His hair was midnight black and needed a cut, falling across his face until he looked up and shook it back. Eyes like storm clouds flecked with silver looked at him with open curiosity from beneath dark lashes. His skin was smooth and pale, stretched over a bone structure that gave him an androgynous appearance. He unfolded long legs and stood, somewhere close to six feet tall, and held out a slim hand. “Nate Forbes. You must be Jake. Welcome to the nightmare.” He smiled wryly and Jake was momentarily entranced by his beauty. Mentally reprimanding himself he held out his own hand and took the one offered. He was shocked to feel trembling fingers within his warm grasp.



“You don’t need to be afraid of me Nate,” he said kindly, “I’m here to protect you.”



Nate pulled his hand away and retreated until his legs hit the bed.



“If that’s what you want to believe.” His voice was little more than a whisper.



He took a deep breath as if pulling himself together. “Have you been shown your room yet?”



Jake shook his head and Nate led him to a door in the corner of the room. “This is our bathroom, it links our rooms. You can lock the door to my room when you use it but I can’t lock yours.”



There was a huge walk-in shower, toilet and sink with a large mirror over it.



“If you want a bath instead of a shower there are plenty of other bathrooms that you can use.” He pushed open the other connecting door to a room identical to his own, “This is yours. I think your things have already been brought up. Do you want some help unpacking?”



Jake shook his head, “I’ll do it later. Shall we have a coffee? I want you to tell me more about yourself.”



“We’ll have to make it here – I’m not allowed a kettle.” Nate’s jaw clenched slightly. Jake put a gentle hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly, “Use this one whenever you want to, the door will always be open and I don’t think you’ll be dumping boiling water into my lap just yet.” He made their drinks and they took them back to Nate’s room. Jake sat in an armchair and Nate retreated back onto the bed. Sipping his coffee Jake smiled, “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to, but I would like to understand how you’ve got yourself into this mess!”



His gaze didn’t waver but he didn’t push any harder. Nate needed to trust him and that trust was going to be difficult to earn.



Nate bit his lower lip and examined the man in front of him. His gut told him that he could be trusted and he desperately needed a friend, but this could be part of his father’s plan. Jake was gorgeous and his father could have chosen anyone for this job, he could simply be part of the torture. Those incredible blue eyes were mesmerising, and very distracting. His body was responding to his attraction and he subconsciously cursed twenty-one year old hormones that were totally beyond his control. The dark gold of Jake’s hair was catching the light, flickering hypnotically. Nate hadn’t slept the previous night and fatigue seemed to be magnifying his impressions of light and colour. He took a deep breath and brought his focus back to the real world, away from that encouraging smile under its golden halo.



“You may as well know I suppose. I was having a little trouble with someone at college. Despite my lack of interest this guy had been pursuing me relentlessly for weeks and wouldn’t take no for an answer. I met him to try and convince him once and for all to leave me alone, but he kissed me. I pushed him away, told him to go, but we were seen. Someone rang my father and he sent his thugs to get me and bring me back here.” He frowned at the memory. “My father pays for Olly’s care; he’s my brother, my twin. He needs twenty-four hour help and lives in a really great facility. Father says that he will withdraw that support unless I stay here and comply with his rules. He says…,” he hesitated, “He says that my deviant behaviour reflects badly on him and he thinks I will deliberately embarrass him if I stay at college.” He put his head in his hands, the strain beginning to show, “I have no choice. Olly is more important than my freedom. Don’t be fooled Jake, this prison may be gilded, but it is a prison.”



He looked up, eyes glistening. He was on the verge of tears but determined not to show such weakness. His father had told him about Jake’s background and he didn’t think he would be impressed by emotional outbursts.



Jake’s blue eyes were full of sympathy and understanding. It was more than he could bear and he bolted for the bathroom. Jake sat back with a sigh, he felt incredibly conflicted. Nathaniel was in an impossible position, trapped between a tyrant father and his own compassion. He wasn’t sure he could carry out this job in the way Carson Forbes demanded, but surely it was better that he took the role than someone less sympathetic.



When Nate returned he ignored his reddened eyes. He was amazed that he hadn’t broken down sooner, he wasn’t sure that he could have been so strong in the same position. Jake changed tack, “Would you like to know why I left the army?”



Nate nodded, relieved that his own interrogation was over for now.



“I was part of a small, specialist unit. Very tight knit. One of my senior officers decided that he wanted to be more than a colleague but didn’t bother asking me if I was interested, he just assumed. I rejected him, several times. Then one night he tried to rape me. His mistake. I fought him off and did quite a bit of damage in the process. I was lucky to get an honourable discharge – he tried for a court marshal and that could have meant prison. Hitting a senior officer doesn’t go down well in the military, however good the reason.” He laughed, “So now you know something about me that nobody else knows. If you want rid of me, just tell your father!”



Nate looked confused, “Why would you give me ammunition like this?”



“I want you to know that you can trust me. I may be paid to carry out your father’s orders but we are going to be living on top of each other for some time and I would like us to be friends.”



Actually friendship was the last thing on his mind. In his imagination Jake was winding his fingers through silky black hair, stroking pale skin and claiming possession of tender lips.



Nate looked at him shyly and blushed, “So are you… do you… like men?”



“Is that a problem?”



Nate shook his head a little too quickly. His heart was pounding. Perhaps, just perhaps, his father had made the biggest mistake of his life.



Nate went back to his books while Jake unpacked, then he gave him a tour of the extensive grounds, which were very beautiful. Large areas were wooded and there were a couple of follies, a walled garden and a rapidly flowing stream with its own miniature rapids. Overshadowing everything were the looming fells, bleak and forbidding. Clouds covered the tops and darkened to match the colour of Nate’s eyes, large spots of rain began to splash around them and they ran for shelter. It was past seven and Nate had a dinner appointment with his father at eight. When they got back to his room clothes were laid out for him, a dark shirt, black trousers and tie. He headed for the shower with a knot in his stomach, knowing that Jake had been ordered to search him and took longer than usual, trying to delay the inevitable. He towelled himself dry and combed unruly hair into submission. He wrapped the towel around his hips and stepped back in to the room to find Jake blocking the route to his clothes. He stepped forwards. “This doesn’t have to be awkward Nate. Close your eyes if you want to.” Personally Jake wanted to take his time admiring every inch of Nate’s body. He was obviously very fit, muscles clearly outlined beneath pale skin and Jake could feel himself hardening rapidly. He knew that for Nate this was incredibly humiliating so he just did his job, quickly and efficiently, touching him as little as possible.