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junktomotherworks · 2 years

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To track down a set of stolen paintings, Chloe must face her haunted pass.

For complete story and more from the series, please visit my post at:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/junktom/works

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dmbodyguard2 · 2 years

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Dance Moms Bodyguard (2) Danger Zone

Chapter 3 : Missions and Memories

Moments later, everyone gathered back at the double stairs lobby. Abby and the moms were given each a Mercedes S-Class, accompany by their personal assistants. A limousine was arranged to take the girls, everyone was fascinating with its spacious interior that comes with mini-bar and karaoke system, busy taking selfies and of each other with their phones.

JoJo entered last, Slava slide into the front passenger seat next to Morris, turned back and did a dutiful headcount, and then ordered the driver to go. Behind them, JoJo picked up the mic and began her tour introduction.

“Hello Beechees!” she brought out her high pitch voice and white teeth. “I’m going to show you the great spots of my home town. I’ll first take you to the coolest place we Russian teenagers hang out!”

“What? I thought we’re going to see monuments!” Paige asked in boredom.

“No. Your moms think I’m taking you to see the monuments, but I’m going to show you where the hottest boys hang out!”

Like being free from school, the girls let out thunderous cheers.

“But first I must introduce to you my personal assistant, Slava Rukavishnikova. She will be my assistant and bodyguard! And yes, you will need one when you’re living like me!”

“Even bimbo in a clown suit?” Paige muttered, then yelled to the front. “Morris! Looks like you’ve found yourself a date!”

“Shut up!” Morris yelled back, then turned to Slava next to him. “You babysits now?”

“You are no better!” she responded coldly.

“Are you going to be like this all the way? We’re gonna be stuck together for a very long time!”

“Four years long?” she glared at him.

“All the way it is!” Morris looked out the window.

The limousine arrived at an indoor amusement park surrounded by fashion stores, with a large ice rink under the spacious atrium. The place was filled with teenagers, all in their flashy branding just like JoJo.

“Same protocol? Fifty fifty?” Morris looked at Slava.

“My client is JoJo. You look after yours!” she responded.

“Hey, I have a whole team here!”

“Never take a job you can’t handle. Wasn’t that what you taught me?”

Without another word, she stood by JoJo’s side as her young client continued to introduce the place. Feeling left out, Morris went to stand by his girls.

“Who dumped who?” Paige asked as he approached.

“Need to know.” Morris reminded her.

“Slept with her, haven’t you?” Brooke snickered.

“Hey! How would you know?” Morris stared at the fourteen years old.

“I would if he dumps me!” Brooke said, then noticed her little sister was ear dropping, cleared her throat and added. “I haven’t. For the record.”

“You girls watch too much TV!” Morris sighed.

The place was like a heaven for teens, the only adults accompanied did not look like parents.

“Is it common to have bodyguards?” Chloe observed.

“Russia is a dangerous place, Beechees!” JoJo said proudly.

“It’s bitches. And you can call me Chloe.” she said in her quiet manner.

“I know who you are! You are my favorite character!”

“Thank you. I’m flattered.” then she added. “And I’m not a character.”

Chloe used to feel flattered by loving fans, until she learned that fame has a price to pay, almost costing her life.

“Have you ever been abducted?”

“A few times!” JoJo replied casually.

“What did they want?”

“Oh, the usual... money, contracts, access code to the nuclear warheads…”

“You’re kidding. Right?”

“Well, maybe not nuclear warheads.” JoJo shrugged. “But my father runs arms all over the world, deals with new threats for breakfast!”

“And he told you all that?”

“Why not? My father taught me that the first rule of defense is knowing the threats!”

My parents never told me anything... Chloe thought.

The phone rang and Morris looked at the screen, it was Spencer, launching his forced positive tone, which means nothing good.

“Morris! How was your trip to Moscow?”

“Excruciating! What do you want?”

“I see that you’re at the Vintage Palace.” Spencer looked at the GPS map. “I need you to pick up something from an old friend.”

“Put it on the system! I’m busy watching the girls!”

“It’ll only take a few, I need you to build his trust so he’s willing to work with our future associate.”

“Who’s your future associate?”

He looked up and Slava was standing in front of him, her phone screen was displaying an Orion logo.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! This is all a setup isn’t it?” Morris cursed.

“It’s your old friend Simonov. He insisted handing it to someone he thrusts, so we thought you may come in handy!”

“You could have just called me! Now you’re jeopardizing the girls!”

“We know you wouldn’t want to leave Pittsburgh, seeing how well you’re doing on TV. It’s a simple introduction, and what better cover up to do this?”

After given the details, Morris hanged up the phone and looked at Slava blankly.

“What do you think they are talking about?” Paige asked, watching from a distance.

“Old boyfriend trying to make up?” her sister said.

“I hope he succeeds!” Kendall said.

They watched Slava turned away coldly, with Morris chasing after.

“Nope!” the Hyland sisters shook their heads.

Slava approached JoJo and spoke quietly, the young girl nodded maturely, gathered everyone and said:

“Okay ladies! Let’s have lunch! I’ve booked the best restaurant for local cuisines!”

The restaurant was indeed high class as expected, but would have been better with some customers. Apparently JoJo has reserved the whole place for the formality, has even assigned the seats by names. The girls took their seats accordingly, with Chloe to her right and Maddie to her left. They all sat uncomfortably having a line of waiters stood behind them.

“Something’s up.” Brooke observed. “They’re not here!”

“D’you think they ditched us here for some secret mission?” her sister asked.

“Maybe they just want some alone time to make up?” Kendall looked around, then turned to their host. “JoJo, what’s the story between Morris and Slava?”

“She hasn’t told me anything.” the Russian girl tore a piece of her bread and chewed.

“Oh really? You seem to know him pretty well!” Brooke narrowed her eyes.

“I said she hasn’t told me anything.” JoJo swallowed the bread, then said. “But I did some homework myself. Apparently they were together some time ago.”

“And I need some bimbo to tell me that?” Brooke grew impatient.

“I don’t know much more.” JoJo sipped her drink. “Except that they were pretty close and did some missions together in Europe and the Middle East. Morris worked for my father for a while, and then he introduced Slava, and then he left her for America and never came back.”

“Oh, that sounds bad!” Paige shook her head. “And you know all this because?”

“Money, bitches! Money buys all sorts of information, especially with my father’s connection.”

“I hate to be your boyfriend!” Brooke shook her head.

“Speaking of boyfriend, what say we go crash a party tonight? It’s my ex-boyfriend’s birthday!”