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59. Gone

ผู้เขียน: Angela Lynn Carver
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-03-26 03:43:52

Charlie did not look back and kept going. He already knew what he would see if he did so, but he pushed forward, forcing his body into motion, each step uneven as his injured ankle dragged slightly behind his good leg. The snow made it worse. It gave under his weight, stealing what little stability he had left.

A shot cracked behind him.

Snow burst up near his foot, spraying cold against his jeans. He flinched but did not stop. He could not afford to stop. Another shot followed, sharper this ti
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  • Babysitting the Mafia Princess   59. Gone

    Charlie did not look back and kept going. He already knew what he would see if he did so, but he pushed forward, forcing his body into motion, each step uneven as his injured ankle dragged slightly behind his good leg. The snow made it worse. It gave under his weight, stealing what little stability he had left.A shot cracked behind him.Snow burst up near his foot, spraying cold against his jeans. He flinched but did not stop. He could not afford to stop. Another shot followed, sharper this time, closer.Charlie adjusted his path, angling slightly instead of running straight. He needed cover. He needed something to break their line of sight. The first line of trees hit him like a wall of shadow and branches. He slipped between them, using the trunks as shields, forcing himself deeper into the woods.For half a second, he thought maybe he could lose them. He ducked behind a tree, dragging in a breath, trying to steady himself, trying to listen past the pounding in his ears.Silence.N

  • Babysitting the Mafia Princess   58. Staying Still

    Charlie stayed pressed against the wall just out of sight, his grip steady on the gun, his breathing slow and controlled despite the way his pulse pounded in his ears.One man entered first, weapon raised, sweeping the room with practiced precision. Another followed close behind him, then a third. They spread out without speaking, each one covering a different angle like they had done this a hundred times before.Not amateurs.Charlie shifted his weight slightly onto his good leg, ignoring the sharp throb in his ankle. The pain was there, constant and insistent, but it was background noise now. It did not matter.What mattered was the way they moved. They were clean and efficient like they had been doing this for decades. Probably had.They were not here to search blindly. One of them stepped further into the living room, glancing toward the couch, the fireplace, the hallway leading deeper into the cabin.“Clear left,” he said.“Kitchen clear,” another voice replied.Charlie tried not

  • Babysitting the Mafia Princess   57. What Happened?

    Sky lay on her back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her phone resting on her stomach as her leg bounced restlessly. She had already checked her messages more times than she wanted to admit. Nothing new was there.She picked up her phone anyway and opened her chat with Charlie, rereading the last message he had sent like it might somehow change if she stared at it long enough.Soon.That was all he had said. Sky frowned at the screen. “That is not even a real answer,” she muttered to herself.She tossed the phone onto the bed beside her, then immediately reached for it again like she had separation issues with it. Her thumb hovered over his name for a second before she locked the screen instead.No. She was not going to text him again because he would just reply with something short and annoyingly calm like always. She sat up with a frustrated huff, dragging a pillow into her lap and hugging it tightly.A soft knock came from the door.“Miss?” one of the guards called from the othe

  • Babysitting the Mafia Princess   56. Breaking In

    The silence started to become unbearable after a while. Charlie stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, replaying those last moments with Sky in his mind. Eventually, he forced himself to sit up, wincing as his ankle protested the movement.“Get it together,” he muttered to himself, reaching for the bottle of painkillers the doctor had given him. Two pills and a swig of water later, he grabbed the nearest book, some thriller Sky had been reading before everything went sideways.Night fell. Then morning came. Charlie’s phone pinged with a text.Sky: Made it. Safe house boring. Marcus hovering.He smiled despite himself, thumbs hovering over the keyboard before typing back a short Good and nothing more. Better to keep communications minimal in case his phone was being tracked.The first day crawled by in a haze of restless naps and half-read chapters. Charlie kept the gun Marcus had left him within reach, checking the windows whenever a branch scraped against the cabin or the wi

  • Babysitting the Mafia Princess   55. I Love You

    The next twenty minutes felt too fast.Marcus grabbed the keys and checked the route, speaking low into his radio. The other guards rotated positions outside, engines starting, headlights cutting through the snow. Sky barely noticed any of it.She stood near the couch, arms wrapped around herself, watching Charlie like if she looked away for even a second, something bad would happen.Charlie was trying his hardest to act normal. He adjusted the pillows under his leg again. Shifted. Sat up straighter. Then leaned back. None of it helped.“Are you packed?” he asked Sky.Sky glared at him. “Can’t wait to get rid of me, huh?” she snapped.Charlie sighed. “Yeah, that’s why I asked,” he said sarcastically.Another pause.“This is stupid,” she muttered.“Probably,” Charlie said.“I hate this plan,” she added.“Me too.”She looked at him again, searching his face like she was trying to find something he wasn’t saying. “You don’t look like you hate it.” She pouted.Charlie huffed softly. “That

  • Babysitting the Mafia Princess   54. Relocate

    Charlie watched Sky’s face drain of color and her fingers tighten around the phone.He held out his hand. “Let me see the phone,” he demanded.Sky passed him the phone without speaking.Charlie studied the image. The garden path behind the Foster estate. The old stone walkway that curved past the hedges. Fresh snow covering everything except the message carved deep enough to expose the darker stone underneath.WE KNOW WHERE SHE IS.His eyes narrowed slightly. “It’s a bluff.”Both Sky and Marcus stared at him.Marcus frowned. “What?” he asked.“It’s a trick,” Charlie said simply. “It has to be. They have no idea where we are. This is the safest place and the most hidden.”Sky looked at him skeptically. “How do you know that?”Charlie gestured toward the phone. “If someone actually knew where you were, they wouldn’t announce it.”“Can’t be too sure,” Marcus murmured. “We should relocate.”Sky groaned. “Where are we running off to this time? Antarctica?”Charlie snorted from the couch. “

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