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Chapter Twenty (Cara)
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The Bodyguard’s Siren Chapter Twenty-Six (Giovanni)
The gated driveway winds like a private road up the hill, the kind meant for people with more money than conscience. My car’s engine cuts through the quiet night, echoing off the marble columns as I roll to a stop beneath the oversized porte-cochère.I kill the engine. Silence drops heavy.I pull the black fabric mask up over my face so it’s snug across my nose, hiding everything except my eyes. It smells faintly of gun oil and leather, familiar enough to steady the blood pounding in my ears.It’s better if this guy never sees my face. I flex my injured knuckles that are still swollen, still bruised and feel the sting of stretching skin. From inside the mansion, lights glow warm through tall windows. A shadow passes by the glass. Whoever this guy is, he lives big.I step up to the door and knock. It’s not a polite knock or a patient one. It’s the kind of knock that says: Open up. Your time’s run out.Footsteps scramble on the other side. A lock slides. The door cracks open. The guy s
The Bodyguard’s Siren Chapter Twenty-Five (Cara)
Gio’s phone rings the second he pulls out of the parking lot.It’s a sharp, violent vibration against the dashboard. It’s the kind that makes the whole car seem to flinch. The sound slices through the quiet like a warning shot. He glances at the screen, and everything in his body changes.His shoulders go rigid.Even the way he breathes tightens, shallow and restrained, like he’s bracing for impact.Whoever’s calling… it isn’t someone good.I pretend to look out the window, but my eyes drift down anyway. To his hands. To the same bruised, cracked knuckles I noticed this morning when he was unpacking boxes in the guest room. Skin split. Healing badly. The kind of damage that doesn’t come from clumsiness.He’d brushed off my staring. It doesn’t look like nothing. Watching him lift the phone now—slow, deliberate, like it weighs a thousand pounds—I know it’s definitely not nothing.He answers without a greeting.“Yeah.”His voice drops. It turns deep and cold and controlled in a way I’ve
The Bodyguard’s Siren Chapter Twenty-Four (Giovanni)
I’m half-asleep, hunched in the stiff armchair where I spent the entire night, still wearing the same T-shirt from yesterday. A blanket has slid halfway off my lap. Across from me on the couch, Cara is curled up under a different blanket, her breathing finally deep and steady after the nightmare that wrung her out.My back and my neck hurts. My eyes burn but seeing her sleeping like this where she's peaceful, not trembling, not crying—makes every ache worth it.My phone buzzes.“Jesus,” I mutter under my breath, grabbing it before it wakes her.I stand and step quietly into the hallway.“What?” I whisper.“Bro,” Matteo groans. “Bro. You have to come to the bookstore.”“No,” I say immediately.“Yes,” he fires back. “Please. Luca scheduled a sale event today, and he double-booked himself like a moron, and Sofia’s out having a spa day because hormonal pregnancy rage is worse than being shot at—his words, not mine—and now I’m stuck unboxing five hundred books alone.”“I can’t.”“I’m beggi
The Bodyguard’s Siren Chapter Twenty-Three (Giovanni)
The bookstore still clings to me with the smell of fresh paint in my hair. Sofia’s laughter echoing somewhere in the back of my head. The warmth of Luca’s steady hand on my shoulder. Matteo’s endless running commentary.It should’ve been a good day. A normal one. A rare one. But the second my boots hit the marble of Cara’s foyer, something in the air is wrong.There's a stillness likethe house is holding its breath and then I see them. There's Dave, two members of the PR team, and two security contractors I don’t recognize and they are all circled in the living room like they’re planning a military strike.Before anyone notices me, Hal cuts across the hallway and grips my arm.“You need to come with me,” he murmurs, low enough that only I hear.My pulse spikes. Hal never sounds like that.“What happened?” I keep my voice even.He jerks his chin toward the stairs. “Not here.”We slip into the kitchen, door swinging shut behind us. Hal turns to face me, rubbing a hand across his shaved j
The Bodyguard’s Siren Chapter Twenty-Two (Cara)
By the time Hal pulls the SUV through the gates and up the drive, I’m exhausted in that way only retail therapy can cause, too many dressing-rooms, too many fluorescent lights, a thousand “That looks amazing on you” from saleswomen who definitely work on commission. Hal carries most of the bags without complaint. He’s strong in that dad-who-works-out kind of way, graying at the temples, but still built like he could tackle a linebacker. He’s humming under his breath as he unlocks the front door for me.“You get everything you wanted?” he asks.“Wanted? No.” I sigh. “Distracted myself from thinking? Yes.”Hal gives me a look of fatherly concern; he has no right pulling off so well. “Go put your feet up. I’ll bring this stuff to your room.”“No—no, I’ve got it. I promise. You’ve carried enough.”He hesitates, then nods. “Alright. But don’t forget to eat something. You haven’t all day.”I roll my eyes affectionately. “Yes, Hal.”He heads toward the kitchen while I gather the last two bag
The Bodyguard’s Siren Chapter Twenty-One (Giovanni)
Warm lights glow over polished wood. Shelves I built with my own hands are lined with books. There’s a little chalkboard sign in the corner that reads WELCOME, NEIGHBORS! in Sofia’s bubbly handwriting. It doesn’t look like a project anymore. It looks like a dream someone finally got to hold.“Gio!”I turn just in time to brace as Sofia barrels into me from behind the counter. Her belly stretches the apron tied around her waist, cheeks flushed, curls escaping her ponytail like they’re trying to escape the emotional force field she gives off.She wraps her arms around me before I can say anything.“You came!” she says against my chest, breathless and happy in a way that makes something warm pinch behind my ribs.“Wouldn’t miss it,” I tell her, hugging her back gently. Careful. Always careful. She’s eight months pregnant; Luca would skin me alive if I so much as knocked her sideways.She pulls back, eyes shining, then grabs my hand and presses it to the curve of her stomach without warni
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