All Chapters of In Love With My Disguised Bodyguard : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Skai’s POV Giovanni and his men marched out. The sound of the car retreated, leaving behind a suffocating silence. The doctor treated us. Matteo had scratches and deep wounds. He didn't flinch, as if it was nothing. The doctor arranged his first aid box. “I'm ready to leave; you should be able to take care of yourself.” I blinked at his statement. I thought he was getting us out of here. How would Matteo drive? As if he wasn't expecting a response, he left. It dawned on me, and I faced Matteo. “How will we get out of here?” "Soon" His voice was naturally deep. It sounded like he just cared. “Are you okay?” I asked, slightly worried. “Yeah, I'm fine.” “I'll get us out of here.” He gave an assuring nod. “When?” I asked impatiently, a faint note of hope in my voice. He didn't reply; he used a hand on the wall to support himself as he got up. Blood stains were on his t-shirt. He was limping. My eyes travelled around the floor to see if the map was anywhere.

Skai’s POV My life took a drastic U-turn in the past few weeks. I now lived linearly, from my apartment, which doesn't feel like home, to the office. The same routine every day. Zero social life. I never wanted to be social. If it got too boring, I'd play music at the highest volume, almost blowing off my speaking and dance crazily to the beats. Juliano and I stopped meeting after that day. Giovanni had me in his bondage. Little did he know the damage he caused himself. I had to live by his rules, as if I was not in control of my life anymore. Maybe it was better that way, monitoring his tactics before making any move. I was in his office; this time, not Tillard's. There were not many books; it looked darker and suffocating. I had to breathe in and out continuously. I sat in the chair in front of his desk, my hands in between my thighs. Not because I was nervous, but I wasn't sure where to place them. They didn't like cowards here. I'd never been one, and I wouldn't ac

Skai’s POV Giovanni's men tracked Luca's location but they didn't find him. They returned with one of his men. We walked towards the lone building that looked like a barn. The door led to another room, which is called the Red Room. It is painted white with blood smears and splashes on the wall, making it look sacred and scary. A tool bag and a metal bucket was placed in a corner. The room has a creepy feeling, different from the mansion. Any offender who enter didn't come out alive. Blood is always spilled on the floor - through torture or gunshots. The man was naked and strapped to a chair. His hands were behind the chair, clamped with restraints. His head fell to the front, face bruised and swollen, with a missing finger. The whole room smelled of fresh blood and urine. He moved his hands slowly, the cuffs clinking against the chair. His chest rose slightly, giving a sign of life. I scanned his face; he wasn't part of the impersonators in the crew. Giovanni entered,

Skai’s POV The outfit Carlo picked for me clung onto my body like the decision I was yet to make. The car rolled to a halt, and I was startled. It was an airport. The white jet gleamed a few metres away, its engine humming gently. There were no guards, no convoy. Just us – and the mystery of where he was taking me to. Was he going to hide me? I got scared sometimes because I felt I was drifting away from my purpose. But no, those are just the in-between moments. My mission couldn't be about digging for evidence every day. Only if I was ready to die. Maybe Carlo wanted to make it private. He came down first and opened the door for me to step out. We walked hand in hand like couples towards the jet's white carpet, which was as pristine as white. The car zoomed off. The flight attendant nodded, “Welcome, Mr Carlo.” We sat across from each other, sandwiched by a table which was filled with desserts, snacks, foods and every kind of pastry. The table was like the wall in between us. I

Skai’s POV The flight back home was silent. None of us talked. The silence between us stretched, and it became so suffocating and unbearable. I could see the sadness in his eyes. Since then, he had been distant. A part of me liked it – being away from my distraction. Another part of me craved his obsession and care. My skin crawled whenever he passed by my side without sparing me a glance. He deserves the space. He went all out for me to say a single word that shattered his heart. Maybe I was a bad person. How could I be when it was the right thing? We acted like strangers, and getting used to it is the best. A lot of people would be hurt by my selfishness. How about Juliano and Allysia? My chest tightened. I haven't done anything about it – all in the name of being careful. No concrete evidence. Dressed in a flap navy blue gown and heels, my makeup well applied. I headed to the office. The cab stopped, and I alighted, taking in a sharp breath. I entered, took the elevator and we