Semua Bab Craving The Badboy: Bab 11 - Bab 19

Carter’s Pov I stared down at him, his chest rose and fell at a rapid rate like he just ran a mile, Danilo whimpered beneath me. For someone who has endured countless bullying at school he seemed not to have gotten used to it. The fear in his eyes was quite intense.I repeated my question with a very serious tone, “what are you doing here, Dumpster boy?”No words came out of him. His full pink lips trembled as he looked around, most likely looking for an escape, but there wasn't any. All six members of my crew surrounded him.My gaze didn't leave his side, waiting for his response. In hindsight that was a mistake, because for a moment there I got lost in Danilo’s beautiful face, his hazel eyes and slightly full eyebrows, pointed nose and the overall curve of his face. And don't get me started on his hair, his long curly black hair that was tied in a ponytail, leaving two thick strands to fall over his face. Danilo is definitely the prettiest boy I have ever seen, even while wearin

Danilo’s Pov “Your father announced that he is running for mayor.”The words slipped out of Harper’s mouth so casually, but their impact hit me hard like a freight train. My pulse quickened, and I realized I was crushing the mini quiche in my hand, pastry and filling oozing through my fingers like something dying painfully in my grasp.He never told me.Not a word. Not a hint.Sure, I knew he was powerful, he was always working behind the scenes, pulling strings, but this? Running for office? Becoming the next public face of the town? I should’ve seen it coming, I should’ve noticed the signs. But he said nothing. He gave me nothing.And the worst part? I couldn’t even pretend to be happy about it.Because this changes everything.Him running for mayor means I’m suddenly in the spotlight. Which means every aspect of my life, what I wear, what I say, what I do, might soon be public fodder. And if I ever wanted to come out… Well, I can forget about that now.This town is too conservativ

Danilo’s Pov “I want you to take care of my little sister in the hospital this evening,” Carter repeated, his voice low, rough, and absolute.I blinked up at him, still trying to wrap my head around what the hell he just said. “Wait... what?”Carter’s jaw clenched like he was losing patience. “You heard me, Dumpster Boy. Keep her company. She hates hospitals. She likes having people around her. Just sit with her. Talk. Don’t be weird.”My lips parted, but nothing came out. The request, no, the order was so random it nearly short-circuited my brain. Why me? Of all people?“She’s got her friends, right?” I tried. “Or your mom? A nurse?”Carter leaned in slightly, eyes sharp enough to slice skin. “You’re not listening. I said, you. Not her friends. Not my mom. You!”“Right. Okay.” My brain was still scrambling to catch up. “But why—?”“Because,” he cut in, voice even lower now, “you’re not like the others. You’re quiet. You actually listen when people talk. She can trust you. Don’t know

Carter’s POV I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me. After grabbing Danilo’s shirt in the hallway like I was some overprotective boyfriend from a CW show, I’d been stuck in this weird haze all goddamn day. Like I left a piece of myself in that hallway with him. Just… hanging there. Hovering. Buzzing in my chest. I wasn’t supposed to care. He was just some quiet kid with too many secrets and sad eyes and a body I shouldn’t be thinking about, but was anyway. I had a plan, simple, controlled, keep people at arm’s length and never let them in too deep. People like Danilo? They messed with the order. They made you want. That was dangerous for someone like me. And yet here I was, ignoring Kylie Monroe’s flirty touches during lunch. Ignoring her soft laugh and her hands trailing up my thigh under the table. That was new. Normally, I'd be all over her. She was hot, willing, and didn’t ask questions. But today? I couldn’t stop seeing his face. Couldn’t stop hearing his voice wh