Semua Bab Burn For Me : Bound By The Mafia King: Bab 61 - Bab 70

By the time morning rolls around, my body is sore in places I forgot existed.We had sex—again.Twice more after the first time. And I let it happen. I gave into the distraction, let him touch me, kiss me, use me—because for a few hours, I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to remember my father’s voice in my ear, swearing Hale murdered my mother.I needed to shut it out.So I took the only escape available to me—Hale’s hands. His body. My god—his lips. In the moment it felt like I was in heaven. A deep bliss that made your brain shut down completely. It was what I wanted.Now I regret it. Not because I didn’t enjoy it, but because of what it says about me.What it means.I chew on that as I pull on the fresh clothes left out for me—black leggings and a fitted top—and lace my boots tight enough to cut off circulation. My arms are already aching as I head to the training wing.Sable is waiting for me.She doesn’t speak when I walk in. Just tilts her head and gestures for me to take my

Weeks pass without anything significant happening. I still speak to my father every day, still searching for a way to get around Hale’s cameras and his constant surveillance long enough to steal the USB. I’ve made several attempts to visit my old room—now spotless, refurbished, and stocked with new furniture. Each time, I play it off like I’m there for something harmless. Pretending I need clothes. Grabbing a book from the library and stretching out on the bed as if I’m just there to read. I mention how the sun hits the mattress perfectly during the afternoon, how I always loved reading with the warmth on my skin. It’s the only excuse I have. And so far, it’s working.However, only to a point. I still have no damn clue where Hale put the cameras in this room. I can’t just start tearing into furniture or yanking paintings off the wall again. If I do, he’ll know I’m up to something. And once suspicion sets in, it’s over.So, for now, I wait. I study. I observe every inch of the room—the

Cali’s pov.It’s almost four in the afternoon when we finally stroll out of the bedroom.The air is warm and quiet in the hallway. Long, arched windows let in rays of golden sun, casting a soft glow across the corridor and gilding the marble beneath our feet. The floor glimmers faintly, veins of silver and gold streaking through the white and gray like something sacred—something I shouldn’t be allowed to walk on, not after what I’ve done.Staff pass us with quick efficiency, offering respectful nods or quiet greetings. I nod back, not trusting my voice.One of them is Daisy.The sight of her knocks the breath from my lungs. A single reminder, walking and breathing, of the betrayal I keep stacking like bricks inside my chest.I look down immediately, my eyes locking onto the floor like it holds all the answers I don’t want. I trace every intricate swirl and polished crack in the marble beneath me, pretending I’m fascinated by it. Pretending the rising guilt doesn’t feel as heavy as it

My feet finally move.I don’t think. I just run.I shove the trolley aside and bolt down the nearest aisle, ignoring the stares from passing shoppers. Someone mutters something as I shoulder past them, but I can’t hear it through the pounding of my pulse in my ears. My legs burn, my lungs tighten, and I can’t force a single sound out of my throat.Scream. For heaven’s sake, Cali, just fucking scream!I know I should scream. But nothing—no sound comes from me.My voice is locked somewhere inside me, frozen under the weight of pure, bone-deep fear.I push through racks of clothing and shelves of boxed electronics. I glance left, then right—looking for anything that resembles a security booth or a uniformed guard. There’s nothing—no one I could run to for help. I could ask a random stranger in the store, but I already know it will be pointless.This is Killian Vale. He will shoot anyone who gets in the way—even in the public eye, with cameras on him. I’m not about to risk someone’s mothe

I sit at the edge of the bed, hands folded tight in my lap, my spine locked straight.The silence inside Hale’s room doesn’t bring peace. It rings loud with everything I don’t want to think about. Everything I’ve been avoiding since the power went out—since that alert pinged through the system and Hale cursed under his breath before grabbing his keys and disappearing out the door.He didn’t say where he was going. He didn’t need to.All I’ve been waiting for is the low rumble of his engine pulling out of the driveway. That signal.My chance.Finally, I hear it.The deep growl of his car starting up slices through the silence, muffled through the glass. Tires crunch across gravel. Fainter. Fainter.Gone.My legs move before my thoughts can catch up. I head straight for the door, opening it just enough to slip through. The hallway is dark but not pitch black. The backup lights near the ceiling are dim, just enough to guide someone safely in a blackout.I creep past them without a sound,