All Chapters of Bound by broken pieces : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The floor trembled under the weight of boots. A sharp thud rattled the shutters, followed by the splintering crack of wood splitting under force. My lungs tightened, panic clawing at my chest.Kenneth’s hand was still locked on mine, his grip so firm it almost hurt, dragging me down the narrow hall that smelled of dust and cedar. He didn’t speak, didn’t look back, just moved with the ruthless precision of a man who had done this too many times before.“Wait” I gasped, stumbling over my own feet. “Kenneth, what’s happening? Who”“Quiet.” His voice was a blade. “They’re here for you.”The words gutted me, sharper than the pounding boots outside. Not for him. For me.We reached a steel door at the back of the house. Kenneth shoved me against the wall, his body shielding mine as he pressed a code into the keypad. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might crack.The lock clicked. He yanked the door open, revealing a stairwell that plunged into darkness.“Go.”I froze, staring at the

The night exploded into chaos. Bullets tore through the air, whizzing past the SUV with shrieking urgency, striking the tires, the hood, even the ground with deafening impacts that sent shards of rock and dirt scattering into the darkness. The vehicle shuddered violently under Kenneth’s hands as he slammed it into reverse, tires spinning, leaving a plume of dust and fear in its wake. The forest that had once felt like an isolated refuge became a labyrinth of shadows and death, every tree a potential executioner, every whisper of wind a threat. I pressed myself into the seat, my hands clutching the edge so tightly that my nails bit into my palms, and my heart pounded with a violent rhythm that mirrored the shots ricocheting off the metal around us. Kenneth’s jaw was taut, his lips a thin line, his eyes scanning with the precision of a man who had faced danger more times than I could ever imagine, yet every line of his body screamed a primal, urgent need to survive, to protect, to dom

The ground convulsed beneath us again, the shockwave rolling through the forest like a beast shaking its claws at the earth. Rocks and splinters of wood flew in every direction, slicing through the cold night air with a feral hiss. Kenneth pressed me closer, his chest solid and unyielding, anchoring me even as the earth threatened to swallow us whole. Every muscle in his body was coiled, eyes scanning, jaw tight, a living weapon ready to tear apart anyone—or anything—that dared cross the path between us and survival. My hands clung to him as if letting go would mean falling into the abyss, and for a moment, I forgot even to breathe, suspended in the raw, impossible intensity of the moment.The explosion had shifted the terrain, uprooting trees and carving jagged gullies into the clearing. Dust and smoke hung heavy, mingling with the acrid scent of burning wood and earth. Figures emerged from the shadows again, their movements purposeful and precise, trained in ways that made my stomac

The shadow’s movement shredded the night, a blur of black and impossibly honed power that tore through trees, smashing through underbrush with the force of a predator unbound, and Kenneth lunged without hesitation, pulling me down behind a fallen log, the impact sending splinters into our faces and dust into our lungs, yet he remained solid, immovable, an anchor in the storm of chaos. His eyes locked on the creature, unflinching, calculating, every muscle coiled and ready, and I could feel the heat of his body radiating against mine, the pulse of his presence a tether stronger than steel, something that made the fear within me flicker into something almost unbearable, almost erotic, in the electric, tense intimacy of survival. My hands clutched his forearm, instinctively seeking connection, needing the certainty of him, of his focus, of the knowledge that he would not—could not—let this night end with me torn from life and thrust into oblivion.The shadow lunged again, claws raking th

The shadow recoiled, massive muscles tensing, and the earth itself seemed to hold its breath as Kenneth pivoted, gun sweeping in a lethal arc that spoke of mastery over chaos and instinct alike, yet in the heat of his movements, in the rhythm of his lethal precision, I felt the pulse of something beyond survival, a magnetic current that ran from him into me, pulling me closer, igniting every nerve ending with a heat that was both terrifying and exquisite, a tether of desire that intertwined with our shared fear, and I pressed my body into his back, letting the warmth of him flood through me, grounding me in a moment that balanced on the edge of annihilation and something impossibly tender.His hands shifted against my arms, firm and controlled, guiding me as we moved, pivoted, rolled, and ducked, yet in the slight brush of his fingers, in the subtle pressure of his chest against mine, there was a conversation unspoken, an intimacy that required no words, a promise that in the eye of t