All names are fictional throughout this story, from chapter 1 to the end.
All Characters are over 18.
To enjoy this story, you should read the previous chapters first.
This chapter is mostly about Cindy, Ben's daughter.
Enjoy!
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At the Airport
Cindy exit with a group of passenger, pushing a cart with her luggages. She spotted the chauffeur holding a card with her name on it and walk toward him. The distinguish chauffeur put the card away and quickly took hold of the cart and greeted Cindy.
"Welcome to Montreal Miss Cindy, I'm Mr. Kiro. If you'll follow me, the car is just in front over there."
Cindy was impressed by the reception. She quietly followed the chauffeur. She was about to cross the rotating door to go outside, leaving the chauffeur a bit behind her. Two guys went with her at the same time. One guy crushed her in the doorway, the other stole her purse.
She felt the guy pressing on her being pulled out almost at the same time as she was pushed. Then he was laying knocked out on the floor. The second guy only took 5 steps before hitting the ground hard. Mr. Kiro had swept his legs and cause him to fall. The guy was quick and stood right back up, he was towering over Mr. kiro by at least a foot. He smirked and took a swing at the chauffeur. Mr. Kiro barely moved just enough to let the punch only hit air.
The big guy was unbalanced by the move and Mr. Kiro let go a quick short punch with open hand at the guy's nose. The guy was stunned and then Mr. kiro finished him off by another blow to the throat. Now the big guy fell to his knees, trying to breath without success and just stayed down for the count. A few policemen came running to help. Mr. Kiro bent down grabbing the purse and went back to take care of Cindy. She was a bit shook up, but smiled widely at Mr. Kiro.
"Mr. Kiro you're my hero for life. I was so scare when they pushed me, and out of nowhere you were right there on top of them."
"Just doing my job Miss Cindy. Oh! You have a small cut on the side of your cheek over here. Your nice dress is also damaged. Please put this tissue right there, to stop the blood. Now let's get you inside the car. I'll get the luggage in and give the police a quick deposition with our names and address. I'll take care of everything."
Mr. Kiro very efficiently store the luggage in no time in the trunk of the limo. Taking the first aid kit from a small compartment inside the car, he left it on the front seat and went to the police.
He gave them a quick report of the incident. They thanked him for being so professional, and ask if he want to press charges. Mr. Kiro confirm, but ask to leave Miss Cindy out of it, as she didn't see anything. They told him it wasn't possible. She was the victim, so she might have to testify in court.
One of the officer and Mr. Kiro walk back to the Limo. I saw them coming and start shaking from the recent trauma. He asked me what happen. In a few sentences, I explained with all the details I could remember the incident. The officer thank us for the report and told us someone would call if they needed more info.
In just a few minutes, all was settled with the officer. Mr. Kiro walk briskly to the front seat, and he took care of the scratch on my cheek. He was so attentive and carefull. He gently swab the cut with some antibacterial cream and cover the cut to prevent infection. He was very focus, I could see it in his dark brown eyes.
He saw my serious look and made a soothing comment:
"Do not worry Miss Cindy, it won't show in a couple of days, and I will contact Mr. Kawaguchi to explained the incident. I'm sure you won't be bothered about it again."
My eyes welled up, and tears started to fall down my cheeks. As strong as Mr. Kiro was fighting the bad guys, he could equally be soft and caring. He took me in a smooth embrace, soothingly taping my back. This man was old like my Dad, and I felt so secure in his strong arms, for a strange reason it started to turn me on. Was my mind doing trick on me?
"So sorry you had to go through such a bad experience on your first time in Montreal."
"It's not just that Mr. Kiro." my voice caught in my throat.
Mr. Kiro start rubbing the top and middle of my back. A great feeling of relief went through me. My tears diminished and I sniffed loudly.
"Let me get you a tissue, to wipe those away and clear your runny nose."
He let go of me to search for the box of kleenex between the seats. I was feeling a bit better, although missing the warm embrace from the older man. He took the time to wipe the tears as he was putting one of his gentle hand on my shoulder.
Again a warm feeling invade my body. He stopped at my nose, and I blew hard into the offered tissue. He gave me a reassuring smile and touch the tip of my nose. I couldn't help smiling back at him, this man was tough as steel and also comforting.
"Now I want you to relax in these very comfortable seats and I'll drive you to safety at our house. Are you going to be ok?"
"Thank you so much for everything Mr. Kiro. I do feel a little better. I'm going to be alright back here."
Mr. Kiro help me sit back in my seat and close the door. Sitting up front, he took a quick glance from the rearview mirror. Seeing me with my eyes closed and breathing evenly, he started the Limo and slowly turn into the long file of car. We exit the airport in no time. The traffic was light at this time of the day, and we quickly got on the highway.
"Miss Cindy just sit back now and relax, I'll put some soothing music and will be home in about a half hour."
He choose some classical music, and I just leaned on the window looking at strange commercials building flying by. I let my mind wondered about the reason for flying in Montreal to see my father. I've missed him so much. It was totally my fault though, because Dad tried many time to talk to me. Why did I pushed him away...