Guardaspalle

"That’s the job, sir."

Marco released his grip on Vittorio’s chest. He dusted a shard of glass from the man’s lapel. guardaspalle

"No, sir."

He shielded Vittorio with his own body, turning his back to the street—exposing the very shoulders the job title demanded he guard. "That’s the job, sir

Marco didn't reach for his weapon. A gun was the last resort of a failed bodyguard. Instead, he tapped his earpiece twice. "That’s the job

"Down," Marco said calmly.