Semua Bab Till Death Do Us Part: Bab 11 - Bab 18

The gravel crunched beneath my shoes, every step echoing too loud in my ears, threatening to give me away. I pressed myself into the shadows of the courtyard wall, breath sharp, heart racing. My ears caught a sound, making me hold my breath. A guard’s voice drifted somewhere close. Low, in Spanish. Another answered, closer. I crouched against the stone, as their boots scuffed over the cobblestones, rifles clinking softly as they turned the corner. Too close.I waited until they passed, every muscle locked, adrenaline pounding like a drum. I didn’t have time for this – any second Santiago could return to his room to finish my punishment and discover I wasn’t there. So, the moment their backs disappeared into the dark, I darted across the open yard, legs burning, every nerve screaming. Just a little further.The gate. Wide iron bars, lanterns flickering on either side. I froze. Movement. A man shifted, leaning lazily against the stone, rifle hanging from his shoulder. Fuck. Panic swep

My pulse thundered as I rushed down the staff corridor toward Victoria. Adrenaline throbbed behind my eyes, my mind racing.One moment he was there, the next he was gone. But I saw him. I was sure of it. I would recognize him anywhere.Marek.The morning light had caught his scar like an ominous warning, emphasizing that cold, ice-blue stare.He had been right outside the hotel. Watching. Waiting.Or… was my mind playing tricks on me? Maybe I was more traumatized by my last encounter with him than I wanted to admit — maybe I was seeing him everywhere.An unnerving prickle crawled across my skin. What if he was already inside the hotel? I glanced back looking over my shoulder. What if he –I stumbled into something. No, someone. I was so busy looking for Marek that I paid no attention to where I was walking.“Hey!” Victoria’s melodic voice snapped me back.“Oh God – sorry!” I exhaled, clutching my chest.She arched a brow, smirking. “What’s gotten into you? You look like you’ve seen De

I hesitated, my legs refusing to move. I wanted to beg, to plead with him to let me go. But before I could make a sound, Marek shoved me into the car. The leather seats were worn and cracked, smelling faintly of smoke and something metallic. He slid in after me, his arm heavy across the backrest, caging me in. The young man in the driver’s seat glanced at me in the rearview mirror, his lips tightening. “Kurwa, Marek,” he muttered in Polish, shaking his head. “You said you just needed to see someone.” Marek grinned, his scar pulling tight. “I am, Patryk,” he turned his head, looking me straight in the eyes, his ice blue stare pinning me in place, making me shiver. “I am looking at her right now.” Patryk’s jaw clenched. “Why did you bring her here?” he pressed, his voice carrying urgency, nerves just beneath the surface. “Well,” Marek murmured, calm as ever, his gaze still locked on mine. “I decided I wasn’t done looking.” “Idiota,” Patryk muttered under his breath, shaking his head

Marek patted his thigh again, taunting, baiting. His eyes glinted, sharp and knowing.“I’m fine here,” I said quickly, my voice small. I clutched the hem of his oversized shirt like a shield.His smile was venomous. “That wasn’t a request.”I shook my head, refusing.“Well,” he said, his eyes sharpening, “maybe we should drop pizza and go see Wiktor instead?”My breath caught. He noticed - he always did. A slow smirk curling his lips.Wiktor. The man who’d do anything to hurt Santiago. Even hurt me. Especially hurt me.Terrified, I swallowed hard before forcing my legs to move, carrying me forward one step at a time.Right in front of him, I hesitated - a second too long. He leaned forward, catching my wrist with his bandaged hand, tugging me closer with ease. I stumbled and lost my balance, landing sideways across his lap. A gasp tore from my lips as his other arm locked around my waist, anchoring me in place.“Better,” he murmured, hot breath against my hair. His bandaged hand slid