บททั้งหมดของ KIDNAPPED TO VEGAS (A Spicy Badboy Romance): บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

~~~CAIRO~~~My car’s already parked and the interior is dead quiet. But Diana’s tender breathing sounds like the sweetest fucking melody in my ears. She’s completely out of it. After the explosion of tears and that goddamn mess at her mom's house, her body finally just gave up.She’s draped across me like a tired doll, her head tucked into the corner of my neck. I can feel the warmth of her skin through my shirt, and every time she exhales, I feel it right against my chest. I don't want to move or blink. I want to sit in the dark and feel her heart beating gently against mine.I look down at her hand resting on my chest. The "WELCOME HOME MOMMY" bracelet is tucked beautifully on her wrist. It’s cheap, it’s not even colorful, and it looks ridiculous against the expensive fabric of my suit, but I can’t stop looking at it. My body shakes with a soft laugh. “Skye, you little trouble.”I reach down and take her hand, lifting it slowly to steal a kiss. I press my lips to the pulse on

Pippa’s hand is still on the key, about to shut off the engine, but I’m already out. I don’t even remember opening the door. One second I’m in the car, the next second I'm slamming the door behind me. My chest is locked up; my head is buzzing so loud that I can't hear anything else.“Diana!” Pippa calls after me, but I don't stop.My legs feel weak, I feel like they'll collapse any second but I keep moving anyway, stomping up the stairs. They creak under my weight like they're going to snap, but they've been like that for years. Looking all weak but sturdy. Just like my fucking mom!I reach the door and push it; it's locked, almost throwing me back.“Of course,” I groan, my hand already hitting the doorbell.I hit it the first time, second time, third time. Zero breaks. I keep pressing it like I’m trying to break it, then I hear footsteps inside. The lock clicks and the door drags open. Lo and behold, there's my mom. All dressed up with her hair done. Looking… normal. Like she d

“Stop biting your nails, you’re gonna start bleeding,” Pippa yells from the bathroom.“I’m not biting my nails, Pippa,” I mutter, pacing across the room again.“That’s a lie. I can hear it from here. So disgusting!"I pull my hand away from my mouth and rub both sweaty palms down my shorts instead. God. I feel disgusting. My thoughts are all jumbled and I can't process anything. This heavy, scared feeling keeps sinking deep into my bones ever since last night, and it just keeps getting worse the more I think about Cairo sitting in that cell all cold and alone.I barely slept. Every single time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing him in that white shirt. The way it barely fit him properly. I kept seeing those gray walls around him and the way he didn't want to let me go. Yet here I am, doing absolutely nothing useful.I drag a hand through my hair; my legs can't stop pacing around. My thoughts won’t stay still long enough for me to process any of them. What if they keep him there? Wha

"What is this, Diana? Why is Doctor Sebastian here? Is something wrong with my tests?" Mom asks.Doctor Sebastian is sitting in the armchair by the window with the folder open on his lap. Pippa is leaning against the wall near the kitchen trying to look invisible, which honestly isn't working because she looks nervous as hell. Mom is sitting on the couch with her hands folded in her lap, looking back and forth between me and the doctor like she's waiting for someone to tell her she's dying.Aside from my heart that's literally killing me, my belly is fluttery with panic. But I don't answer right away. Mom looks at the doctor and he gives her a small nod. Doctor Sebastian clears his throat and flips the pages of the file."Mrs. Kandice, your tests are fine. Your numbers are better than they've been in years."Mom's shoulders drop slightly. "Then why are you here?"Sebastian’s gaze flips to me, then back to Mom. "Because your daughter asked me to explain something to you."Mom looks

The plane just took off from the California airport and my stomach hasn't stopped flipping since we left home. Mom spent the last two days on the phone with Cairo's lawyers, going over her testimony again and again until she could say it in her sleep.She's on their side now, whether she loves it or not. I don't know if she actually believes in Cairo or if she's just scared of losing her treatment, but I don't care anymore. She's Team Cairo now. That's what matters.Pippa is sprawled out in the seat next to me, her mouth slightly open, soft snores coming out every few seconds. She's been asleep since we took off.Mom is by the window, her gaze fixed on the clouds with her hands folded. She looks calm and I can't read what's going through her mind. I just hope she doesn't disappoint.I lean my head back and close my eyes. We have twenty-five minutes until the court hearing starts. But we just left the airport. Cairo's jet would have made it in forty minutes, but we're on a regular pl