All Chapters of Babysitting the Mafia Princess: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The next few days passed like a dream. Charlie kept expecting someone to burst in and tear them apart, but it didn’t happen. Marcus kept his distance, watching them with knowing eyes but saying nothing. Each night, Sky slipped into his room after the house had gone quiet, and each morning, she returned to hers before dawn.It was reckless. It was dangerous. It was the happiest Charlie had ever been.They stole moments whenever they could. Fingertips brushing under the dining table. Stolen kisses in empty hallways. Long looks across rooms that said everything words couldn’t.On the third day, Sky cornered him in the kitchen while he was making coffee.“Let’s go skiing,” she announced, hopping onto the counter beside him.Charlie nearly spilled the coffee grounds. “What?”“Skiing,” she repeated slowly, as if he were hard of hearing. “You know, those long things you strap to your feet to slide down mountains?”“I know what skiing is,” he said, giving her a look. “I’m just wondering why y

Charlie watched Sky’s face drain of color and her fingers tighten around the phone.He held out his hand. “Let me see the phone,” he demanded.Sky passed him the phone without speaking.Charlie studied the image. The garden path behind the Foster estate. The old stone walkway that curved past the hedges. Fresh snow covering everything except the message carved deep enough to expose the darker stone underneath.WE KNOW WHERE SHE IS.His eyes narrowed slightly. “It’s a bluff.”Both Sky and Marcus stared at him.Marcus frowned. “What?” he asked.“It’s a trick,” Charlie said simply. “It has to be. They have no idea where we are. This is the safest place and the most hidden.”Sky looked at him skeptically. “How do you know that?”Charlie gestured toward the phone. “If someone actually knew where you were, they wouldn’t announce it.”“Can’t be too sure,” Marcus murmured. “We should relocate.”Sky groaned. “Where are we running off to this time? Antarctica?”Charlie snorted from the couch. “

The silence started to become unbearable after a while. Charlie stared at the ceiling for what felt like hours, replaying those last moments with Sky in his mind. Eventually, he forced himself to sit up, wincing as his ankle protested the movement.“Get it together,” he muttered to himself, reaching for the bottle of painkillers the doctor had given him. Two pills and a swig of water later, he grabbed the nearest book, some thriller Sky had been reading before everything went sideways.Night fell. Then morning came. Charlie’s phone pinged with a text.Sky: Made it. Safe house boring. Marcus hovering.He smiled despite himself, thumbs hovering over the keyboard before typing back a short Good and nothing more. Better to keep communications minimal in case his phone was being tracked.The first day crawled by in a haze of restless naps and half-read chapters. Charlie kept the gun Marcus had left him within reach, checking the windows whenever a branch scraped against the cabin or the wi

Charlie stayed pressed against the wall just out of sight, his grip steady on the gun, his breathing slow and controlled despite the way his pulse pounded in his ears.One man entered first, weapon raised, sweeping the room with practiced precision. Another followed close behind him, then a third. They spread out without speaking, each one covering a different angle like they had done this a hundred times before.Not amateurs.Charlie shifted his weight slightly onto his good leg, ignoring the sharp throb in his ankle. The pain was there, constant and insistent, but it was background noise now. It did not matter.What mattered was the way they moved. They were clean and efficient like they had been doing this for decades. Probably had.They were not here to search blindly. One of them stepped further into the living room, glancing toward the couch, the fireplace, the hallway leading deeper into the cabin.“Clear left,” he said.“Kitchen clear,” another voice replied.Charlie tried not

The car smelled like leather, cold air, and gun oil.Charlie kept his head down, his breathing steady now, controlled again after the chaos. His hands were restrained behind him, tight enough to remind him they were there, not tight enough to cut circulation.Oh, how sweet of them.The door on his side had a child lock. He had checked that within the first five seconds. Not that he could jump out anyway. The windows were too darkly tinted to see much beyond blurred shapes and streaks of white as they moved.He shifted slightly, testing the space, the angle, the distance between him and the man sitting beside him. He was sitting very close to him. Too close to try anything stupid. Good to know.No one spoke for the first few minutes. The engine hummed steadily beneath them, tires cutting through the snow with a low, consistent sound.His ankle throbbed with every small movement of the car, each bump in the road sending a dull pulse of pain up his leg. He ignored it. Pain was just infor