Semua Bab Craving The Badboy: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Danilo’s POVThe hospital parking lot buzzed under those awful fluorescent lamps—the kind that make everything look sick and washed out. Cars glimmered pale and ghostly, and for a second, the whole world felt like it had been drained of color. I shoved my hands deeper into my hoodie pocket and walked toward my car, trying to shake off everything that had piled onto me tonight.Sofia’s little hand squeezing mine. Her voice, thin and shaky, begging me to make sure Carter got home safe. Aunt Elisa’s laugh when I caught her kissing that doctor, like she finally stopped holding her breath in this small, cruel town.All of it twisted inside me, leaving me raw, but a little happy.“Danilo, wait up!”I froze at the sound of my name, her voice sharp but softened by something else.I slowed, and sure enough, Aunt Elisa’s footsteps quickened until she caught up. Her coat flared around her knees, her hair a little wild, but her face, God, her face looked lighter than I’d seen in years. Charlene h

Danilo’s POVThe ride back felt like holding my breath underwater. Heavy, thick silence pressing on my chest, every streetlight flickering over Carter’s face like it wanted me to stare. And God, I did. I gripped the wheel too tight, pretending I was focused on the road, but my eyes betrayed me every few seconds, stealing glances at his sharp jaw, the split lip, his hair still damp with sweat from the fight. Each time, my stomach did this stupid flip, like I’d swallowed a live wire.He didn’t say a word. Just sat there in the passenger seat, one hand loose on his thigh, the other drumming lazily against the window like he didn’t have a care in the world. But he wasn’t relaxed—his eyes kept flicking out at the houses when we pulled into my neighborhood. Big, perfect houses with glowing porches and lawns trimmed within an inch of their lives.When I parked in the garage, the motion light kicked on, lighting up polished cars and spotless tiles. Carter stepped out slowly, looking around l

Danilo’s POVI woke up to the smell of polish and lemon cleaner, the kind Rosa always used on the furniture. For a second, I thought I was dreaming because it didn’t make sense. Why the hell would my dreams smell like cleaning supplies? But then the pounding in my skull dragged me back to reality. My mouth was dry, my throat like sandpaper, and my body ached in ways that made it feel like someone had wrung me out and left me to dry on this couch.The couch.The couch where it happened. I am never going to look at this couch the same way ever again. I have defiled it and this sitting room.My chest tightened. Heat rushed through me even though I felt like death. I shifted and instantly regretted it. My lower back protested, and an ache deep inside me reminded me that last night wasn’t some drunken hallucination. It was real. All of it. Carter’s hands, Carter’s mouth, and his huge cock.And that’s when I realized I wasn’t alone.Rosa was standing by the armchair, a dust cloth in one han

Danilo’s POVI walked to my locker with this heavy pit in my stomach I couldn’t shake. I kept telling myself not to think about it, to just get over it, but I couldn’t. The look Carter just gave me rubbed me the wrong way. It was too cold and cutting. Like last night hadn’t even happened. Like the couch, the heat, the way he kissed me like he was starving, it was all just some bad dream I’d made up.But it wasn’t a dream. My lips still felt raw, my body still buzzing, my chest burning like it had been carved open.I tugged open my locker, stared at the books like they’d tell me what the hell I was supposed to do. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Fear, shame, I couldn’t even tell which. Maybe both.Then I felt it. A grip on my shoulder, hard enough to freeze me in place. My breath hitched and I turned, and it was Carter.His eyes weren’t soft, not like last night. Not drunk or messy or warm. They were cold, sharp, cutting right through me.“Don’t you dare say anything,” he hissed, low a

Danilo’s POVMy heart was still thudding against my ribs when I made my way toward the spot where Carter and his crew usually lounged. That stupid, reckless scene outside the auditorium kept replaying in my head, and the more I thought about it, the more I prayed Antonia hadn’t done anything dramatic. I didn’t even know what I would do if she had.From a distance, I noticed Carter wasn’t there. His crew was scattered around, leaning against lockers, cracking jokes, pretending like they were too cool for school. But Carter was nowhere to be found. And neither was Antonia. The pit in my stomach got heavier. I rubbed my palms against my jeans, trying not to look like I was searching for him like some lovesick fool.I was still scanning when Harper popped out of nowhere.“Jesus Christ,” I hissed under my breath, nearly jumping out of my skin.“Why did you storm out of rehearsals like that?” she demanded, folding her arms like she was my teacher, not my classmate. Her voice wasn’t exactly