Accidentally Kidnapping The Mafia Boss 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 17

KATHERINE The night air hit me like a slap. Cold. Merciless. Real.Christophe’s grip was unyielding, his blood-warmed hand clamped around mine as he yanked me out into the shadows of the backyard. The broken window rattled behind us, shards glinting under the wash of headlights spilling across the lawn. My bare feet scraped against the damp grass, but I barely felt it. All I could hear was the rush of my pulse, the echo of screams and fists, and blood still pounding in my head.We didn’t stop running until the glow of the house shrank behind us. My chest burned, lungs raw, but Christophe moved like the night itself carried him. Even bleeding, even staggering slightly, he kept pushing forward until we slipped into the tree line, swallowed by darkness.He finally slowed, pressing his back against a rough-barked oak. The breath tore out of him in ragged bursts. His face was pale, damp with sweat, his sleeve drenched crimson where the knife had caught him.I yanked my hand free, stumb

KATHERINESleep finally came, but it wasn’t the kind that rested me. It was heavy, restless, the kind where shadows clawed at the edges, and voices whispered things I didn’t want to hear.When I woke up, it wasn’t because of the sun. Christophe was already up, standing with his back to me. His broad shoulders tensed beneath the bloodstained shirt, his body a wall between me and the rest of the world.For a moment, I just watched him. The way the morning light broke through the trees and touched the sharp lines of his face. The way he stood, every muscle coiled, like he was preparing for a war that never ended.And maybe that was exactly what his life was, one endless war.When he turned, his eyes caught mine instantly, sharp and assessing. Not soft. Never soft. But something flickered there before he smothered it, like he didn’t want me to see.“You’re awake,” he said. His voice was rough, still low from sleep.I pushed myself up, brushing dirt and pine needles from my clothes. “Yo

KATHERINEThe cabin was too quiet.The fire Christophe had built had burned down to embers, glowing like a heartbeat in the dark. Shadows clung to the walls, stretching long and heavy, pressing in on me the way his presence always did.I couldn’t stop watching him.He sat on the edge of the couch, shoulders tense, his wounded arm bound in the strips of cloth I’d torn from one of the old curtains. The bandage was already dark with blood, but he didn’t seem to care. His gaze was on the door, on the windows, on everything except me.That should’ve made it easier. But it didn’t.Because I knew he was listening for every sound, every shift of the night, ready to move if someone came for us.And somehow, knowing he was ready to fight made me feel both safe and terrified.I hugged my knees tighter to my chest on the other couch. The silence between us dragged like a weight, thick with everything neither of us wanted to say.Finally, I whispered, “How long do we stay here?”Christophe’s hea

KATHERINEI didn’t sleep even after everything went quiet in the house. My body refused to rest. My head was full, my chest heavy, and my skin burned like I was still under his hands. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his face. Christophe. The way he looked at me when I told him the truth. The way his mouth crashed against mine like he didn’t care about the world.I hated myself for wanting him.I curled up tighter under the blanket, but the heat only grew. My lips were swollen, my body sore, my thoughts a mess. I told myself I should stay away, that it was wrong, that he wasn’t mine to want. But my body didn’t listen. I remembered it too well.When I finally heard his footsteps outside my door, I froze.I thought he’d pass, go to his room, leave me alone. But he stopped. Right in front of my door. My heart almost leapt out of my chest.I waited.He didn’t knock. He didn’t say a word. He just stood there.I could feel him even without seeing him. Like his presence pressed through