All Chapters of BOUGHT,TAMED AND TAKEN : Chapter 191 - Chapter 196

The morning light came soft and grey through the small window. I woke to silence. The kind of silence that felt heavy, like the air itself was holding its breath. Outside, the trees were still wet from last night’s rain. The lake glimmered faintly, its surface trembling with a slow breeze.I lay still for a moment, listening to the quiet. Somewhere far off, a bird cried. Marco was gone. I didn’t know where. Part of me wanted to leave the bed and search for him, but another part wanted to stay wrapped in the warm blankets, avoiding the truth I already feared.Eventually, I stepped out of bed. The floor was cold under my feet. I moved to the window and looked out. The world beyond the trees felt distant, as though I was inside a bubble. But I knew it wasn’t safe.Downstairs, the kitchen smelled faintly of coffee. A small cup sat on the table, steam curling upward. Marco was there, leaning against the counter, staring at the wall. He didn’t notice me at first.“You’re awake,” he said qui

The place they had brought me to was quiet. Too quiet. A small house at the edge of the city, hidden behind tall hedges and crumbling walls. It looked abandoned at first glance, but the lights in the windows told a different story. Someone was inside. Someone waiting.Marco opened the door without knocking. He led me inside without speaking. I followed, carrying my bag loosely at my side.The air inside smelled faintly of lavender and dust. The walls were bare, except for an old clock on the mantelpiece. The sound of its ticking filled the silence between us.“Where am I?” I asked finally, my voice soft.“You’re safe,” Marco said. “For now. This is where Luciano told me to bring you.”I stared at him, trying to read the meaning in his words. But he didn’t meet my eyes. Instead, he set my bag down and moved toward the door.“I’ll check the perimeter,” he said quietly. “Don’t come out until I say.”Before I could answer, he was gone, leaving me alone in the house.I wandered through the

The wind was sharp, cutting through the night as I stumbled through narrow alleyways. My breath came in ragged gasps. Behind me, I could still hear chaos — shouting, footsteps, the muffled sound of gunfire fading but never disappearing entirely.Luciano’s words echoed in my mind: Go. Survive. I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. His voice had been strained, almost broken when he pushed me away, and I couldn’t stop thinking about what it meant. He had stayed behind. He had fought. And now… I was alone.I clutched my coat tighter around me, as if it could shield me from what was coming. My chest ached, not just from running, but from the weight of everything I was leaving behind. My home. My past. Luciano.Somewhere ahead, the street split into silence. I paused, chest heaving, and leaned against the wall. My legs felt heavy, trembling under me. I had no plan. No safe place. No one to turn to. And yet, something deep inside me whispered that I had to keep moving.The sound of boots dr