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Chapter 12
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Bound by broken pieces Chapter 12
The floor trembled under the weight of boots. A sharp thud rattled the shutters, followed by the splintering crack of wood splitting under force. My lungs tightened, panic clawing at my chest.Kenneth’s hand was still locked on mine, his grip so firm it almost hurt, dragging me down the narrow hall that smelled of dust and cedar. He didn’t speak, didn’t look back, just moved with the ruthless precision of a man who had done this too many times before.“Wait” I gasped, stumbling over my own feet. “Kenneth, what’s happening? Who”“Quiet.” His voice was a blade. “They’re here for you.”The words gutted me, sharper than the pounding boots outside. Not for him. For me.We reached a steel door at the back of the house. Kenneth shoved me against the wall, his body shielding mine as he pressed a code into the keypad. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might crack.The lock clicked. He yanked the door open, revealing a stairwell that plunged into darkness.“Go.”I froze, staring at the
Bound by broken pieces Chapter 11
The silence pressed against me long after the door clicked shut. It wasn’t the kind of silence that soothed, it was thick, restless, filled with the memory of his eyes and the ghost of his almost-touch.I curled my knees to my chest on the couch, staring into the dim safehouse. The shadows stretched long across the wooden floor, the air heavy with cedar and dust. Every corner felt foreign, every breath shallow.But the strangest thing of all was that the danger outside didn’t scare me half as much as the man who’d just left the room.Kenneth Diego. My husband. My punishment. My protector. My cage.I pressed a hand against my chest, willing my heart to slow. Not if he’s in it with me. The thought had slipped into my mind like a treacherous whisper, one I should have crushed before it grew roots. But it lingered, no matter how hard I tried to silence it.The floor creaked faintly outside the door, pulling me back into the moment. His footsteps—steady, measured, purposeful. I imagined hi
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His grip on my shoulders was bruising, his eyes burning into mine with a feverish intensity that made it hard to breathe. The words still echoed between us, They want you dead.I froze, staring up at him, trying to make sense of the whirlwind that was Kenneth Diego. One moment he was cold, calculating, calling me leverage. The next, he was trembling with the kind of desperation that didn’t belong to a man who claimed not to care.“Why?” My voice was barely a whisper, my lips trembling as I searched his face. “Why me?”His jaw clenched. He looked away, as though my question was too dangerous to answer, his hand still hot and heavy on my shoulders.“Don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”That wall again. His fortress of silence.I swallowed hard. “I don’t want your protection if it comes with chains. If I’m already marked”“You don’t get a choice, Melinda.” His voice cracked, low but sharp. “You think I wanted this? You think I wanted you here? But if you step out of line,
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His words struck harder than any blow, sharper than any blade.Punishment.The syllables reverberated in my chest, tearing through bone and breath until I could barely feel the ground beneath my feet.For a moment, I forgot the blood on his shirt, the fight that still echoed faintly in the night air. I forgot the car that had just vanished into the shadows. All I saw was him, Kenneth Diego, standing before me like a broken monument. His chest rose and fell, each breath ragged, like the words had ripped something out of him too.“I don’t” My voice cracked, fragile. “I don’t understand.”Kenneth released my wrist slowly, as if the weight of his grip had burned him. He staggered back a step, dragging a bloodied hand across his jaw. The night wind caught his shirt, torn and hanging from his frame, revealing the deep bruise already darkening along his ribs.“You’re not supposed to,” he said finally, his tone flat. Brutal. A verdict, not an explanation.Anger clawed at me, burning through t
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The night air bit into my skin as I froze before the idling car, my breath catching like a trapped bird. My legs screamed to run, but my body refused to obey. The stranger from the study—sharp suit, eyes like black steel, a predator wrapped in calm, watched me with that same cutting smile.“Get in, Mrs. Diego,” he repeated, his tone smooth, polished, lethal. “We’ve been waiting for you.”The car’s interior was dark, shadow swallowing shadow, but I could see the faint outline of another figure in the backseat. Watching. Waiting.My hand gripped the rusty gate behind me, the cold iron biting into my palm. Kenneth’s voice still rang in my head, Run.But where could I run now? Behind me, chaos exploded: shouts, fists meeting flesh, Kenneth’s low growl like a storm breaking. He was fighting for me. Fighting them.And yet here was this man, calm and patient, like he already knew the end of the story.“I’m not going with you,” I said, though my voice shook.The stranger chuckled softly, tilt
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The marble floor was cold under my feet as I bolted up the staircase, my breath tearing in ragged bursts. My nightgown clung to me like a second skin, and the air around me thickened with the echo of men’s voices, sharp and cutting, ricocheting through the vast mansion.“Run.”That one word, Kenneth’s voice, deep and burning with urgency, rang inside my head with every pounding step.But run where?This was his house, his cage. Every hallway twisted into another, every locked door reminded me that I wasn’t free. And if those men were hunting me…I darted down a corridor, heart slamming, lungs burning, until I pressed myself against the wall of a shadowed alcove. My hand flew to my mouth, muffling my breath as footsteps thundered below.“Find her!” The younger man’s voice was sharp, furious, animalistic.I flinched, curling into the shadows, praying the moonlight spilling through the windows wouldn’t betray me.Another voice followed, calm, dangerous, commanding. The stranger. “If she
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