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Chapter 11 — The Driftwood Inn

Autor: Augusta moon
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The world was still ringing from the last gunshot when Cole shoved me into the truck.

“Stay down,” he snapped.

Gravel sprayed as the tires caught. My heart was still somewhere back at the cabin, tangled in the echo of gunfire and the smell of smoke. Cole’s jaw was locked, eyes fixed on the road ahead. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. The silence between us was louder than any siren, the moment we had before the attack made my heartbeat faster, i don't know why I'm thinking about that awkward moment.

Rain started again, thin and steady. It ran down the windshield in silver streaks. I could barely see the lines of the highway.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Somewhere where i can protect you”

"You said the same thing about that cabin as well"

"I didn't know they find u so attractive that come to find u wherever we go"

The way he said that in sarcasm made me chuckled.

I crossed my arms, pretending that the tremor in my voice was irritation, not fear. “You can’t kee
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  • Married to my bodyguard    Chapter 55

    The bunker feels smaller at night, like the concrete walls are closing in just a little. I’m curled up on the cot, listening to the distant crash of waves outside, but my eyes are on Cole. He’s finally asleep beside me, one arm thrown over my waist like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. It’s been a long day—gearing up, waiting for Luke’s next update, trading stories to pass the time. But now, in the quiet, I can see the tension he carries even in sleep. His brow furrows, and every so often, his fingers twitch against my skin. I trace a light circle on his forearm, hoping it’ll ease whatever’s brewing in his head. “Sleep tight,” I whisper, though I know he can’t hear me. It starts small. A murmur, too low to make out. Then his body jerks, just once, like he’s dodging something invisible. I sit up slowly, not wanting to startle him. “Cole?” My voice is soft, barely above the hum of the old generator. He doesn’t wake. Instead, he mutters again—“Incoming”—and his grip on me tightens, almos

  • Married to my bodyguard    Chapter 54

    The morning sun filters through the narrow slits in the bunker walls, turning the cold concrete into something almost warm. I stretch out on the cot, my body still aching in the best way from last night, but my mind is already racing ahead. Cole’s side of the bed is empty again, but this time I don’t panic. I can hear him moving around in the main room—soft footsteps, the clink of metal. Probably checking supplies or whatever else he does to keep his hands busy when his head is too full. I swing my legs over the edge and pad barefoot across the floor. The air smells like salt and stale coffee; he must have boiled some water on that ancient stove. When I round the corner, there he is, leaning against the table with a mug in hand, staring at one of those faded maps like it holds the secrets to the universe. “Morning,” I say, keeping my voice light. He looks up, and for a second, his eyes soften in that way that makes my stomach flip. “Hey. Coffee’s hot if you want some.” I pour mys

  • Married to my bodyguard    Chapter 53

    I wake to cold sheets and the hollow echo of waves. The cot is too narrow for one person now that I know what it feels like to share it. My hand slides across the mattress, searching for the heat that was pressed against my back all night, but there’s nothing. Just the faint indent where his body had been. Panic spikes sharp and immediate. “Cole?” Silence answers. I’m on my feet before I’m fully awake, pulling on my jacket over the thin tank I slept in. The concrete floor is icy under bare feet as I move through the bunker. Morning light filters weakly through high slits in the walls, turning everything pale gold. I find him outside, on the rocky outcrop behind the base. He’s shirtless despite the chill, sweat gleaming on his skin as he moves through a brutal routine—punches snapping through empty air, footwork precise and deadly. Every strike is controlled violence, muscles coiling and releasing like he’s trying to beat something out of himself. I stop in the doorway and wat

  • Married to my bodyguard    Chapter 52

    The sea is restless tonight, black waves slapping the hull of the small boat as we cut through the darkness. Salt spray stings my face, but I don’t move from the railing. I need the cold to keep me sharp. Cole handles the wheel with steady hands, hood up, profile carved in moonlight. He hasn’t spoken in over an hour. Not since we left Luke’s dock in the pre-dawn gray, not since he pressed a hard, brief kiss to my mouth and told me to trust him one more time. I do. God help me, I do. “How much farther?” I call over the engine. He glances back, eyes unreadable. “Fifteen.” “That’s what you said fifteen minutes ago.” This time he smiles, small and real. “Almost there.” The engine throttles down. The boat drifts forward on momentum until a jagged silhouette rises from the water—cliffs, dense trees, no lights, no life. Just rock and shadow. Cole kills the engine completely. Silence rushes in, broken only by waves against stone. “This is it,” he says. I stare at the isl

  • Married to my bodyguard    Chapter 51

    I wake to the smell of smoke curling into my lungs, sharp and acrid, nothing like the lazy woodsmoke from a fireplace. This is gasoline and old timber and intent.My eyes fly open. The room is dark, the power dead, but an orange glow pulses under the bedroom door like a heartbeat.“Cole,” I breathe.He’s already out of bed, naked and lethal, gun in hand before I’ve even pushed the sheet aside. Moonlight through the window cuts across the hard lines of his body—the bandage still taped high on his ribs, the faint bruises fading along his side. He moves to the door without a sound and listens.“Get dressed,” he says, voice low. “Fast.”I scramble into yesterday’s jeans and hoodie, fingers clumsy with adrenaline. Smoke seeps under the door now, thick enough to taste.He cracks the door. Heat rolls in, fierce and hungry. The hallway is an inferno—flames racing up the walls, devouring everything we touched last night.“They found us,” I say.His jaw locks. “Back exit.”We run barefoot down

  • Married to my bodyguard    Chapter 50

    The hospital air is thick with disinfectant and the faint metallic tang of blood that still clings to my memory. I’ve been in this chair for hours, eyes fixed on Cole’s chest as it rises and falls beneath the thin sheet. The bandage wraps high across his ribs, a stark white reminder of how close the bullet came. His face is no longer gray; color has returned to his lips, his jaw, the hollow of his throat. I can’t stop looking at him. I don’t want to. My phone buzzes against my palm. I know who it is without checking. I step into the corridor and answer. “You’re finished there,” my father says, voice smooth as polished steel. “Come home.” “No.” A pause, cold and measuring. “Maddox has done what he was hired to do. Leave him.” “He took a bullet meant for me.” “He was compensated for the risk.” “He wasn’t,” I say quietly. “Not for that.” “Don’t romanticize a bodyguard’s instincts, Ariana. Men like him fuck and leave. It’s what they’re good at.” The words are meant to cut. Inst

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