Semua Bab In Love With My Disguised Bodyguard : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Skai’s POV I contemplated rushing back into the elevator and returning home with zero progress. "Who's there?" The words stuck to the tip of my tongue. I needed to ask myself the same question. What was I doing there?My brain wasn't prepared for any lie, even if I got caught. How can I run without seeing what chased me? I stepped forward with shaky breaths as the sound persisted. There was no one, probably an equipment left on standby mode. I hissed. My mind is still not settled.I could imagine the headlines: A MARKETER, SOPHIA BROWN, WHO BROKE INTO THE COMPANY AT NIGHT, WAS STABBED BY A SECRET WATCHMAN. And just like that, I'd be gone. I shouldn't have worn these boots, but it was too cold.I walked towards the door, removed the printed fingerprint from my pocket and placed it on the door handle as it flashed green. The door creaked open, and I smirked. A thief of identity with complete access to the hidden secrets. I chuckled despite my nervousness. There was also still the sm

Skai’s POV Taking a last look at my apartment, I dragged my bags and walked towards the entrance. My luggage would be checked; I dropped my essentials at the usual spot. I had a gun there; mine wouldn't be useful either way. I stuffed a journal into the small space of my bag. An SUV was already outside. Giovanni and his men knew my apartment; I would have preferred if it was only Matteo. They could break in anytime, very unpredictable set of people. I made sure to keep them under the floorboards, somewhere secretive. No one could imagine there was something in there. Falling apart was no longer an option. The world around me was spinning out of control, and the only thing I could do was decide how to deal with it. Imagining life in the Auder's mansion, I'd get used to it with time. My life is being controlled without my consent. Tackling Giovanni is like a civilian fighting a president. A mafia president. He has numerous people underneath his feet . It's either I get lost in t

Skai’s POV The first time I got into a physical fight was when I tried to escape from the brothel Tillard sold me to. I had gotten there a few weeks earlier, learning how to seduce men. I've been busy looking for a way out of the place. So, trust me when I say I've always had my way.That night was my first work; the young man in his mid-thirties went to the bathroom and asked me to freshen up. My experience and childhood traumas destroyed my mental health like a brick thrown at a glass house. I told him to rest on his face, and I climbed on his back under the excuse of giving him a soft massage for foreplay. Stroking his back and shoulders until he felt relaxed and safe. It was weird, but I kept doing it, closing my eyes half the whole time. I did it gently, trying to take away time till I abolished my plan. I stylishly removed my hairpin and chucked him in the spine as he cried out loud. I wanted to run; the door was locked with the key in the knob. He pulled me by the leg, and I

Skai’s POV The large metal doors of the elevator heaved apart in slow motion. The moment they closed again, my face relaxed into a blank stare. I pressed the ground floor button. The elevator dinged, and the metal door closed, clinking. When the doors parted, I marched to the reception. It was early, and there were just a few people around.“I need to see the manager.” I growled. The receptionist who was going through sign-in documents behind the desk stood up.“Good morning, Ma. You have to calm down and tell me what the issue is.”How was I supposed to calm down when my phone was stolen?“I need to see the manager now.” I slammed my fist on the table, and the lady shrieked.“Okay, ma'am, the manager resumes around 9. Could you please wait until she's back?”“Shit,” I cursed, my hand still on the desk as I looked around. Walking to chair opposite the desk, I sat down and tapped my feet against the ground, making my legs shake.I moved closer, my chest rising and falling with clench

Skai’s POV Sitting behind the desk with my hands placed on my lap, I had arrived there late and hadn't seen Grace confess her crimes – as a recruiter. The female cop stared; forgetting to ask for my ID. “Grace's journal was translated, and she was calculating the amount of debt she was owing. There's a photo of a close friend and her. She isn't a recruiter, just the head of workers. Her plan was to relocate to Egypt; they seized her passports and phones. None of them could communicate with their families. According to her, Frank gets a percentage from their wages, and she only gets to save peanuts monthly.” Her words tallied, and I nodded. Then a brief silence; neither of us talked. The name clicked instantly. Whenever I figured I was almost maintaining eye contact, I switched to the notes on the table. “What country did she travel from?” “Umm, Italy” A little smirk played on my lips. With doubt and anxiety gripping my chest, I knew I'd have to be blatantly honest if I