Todos los capítulos de My Bodyguard’s Forbidden Trespasses.: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Killian's POVI checked the rearview mirror for the fifth time in ten minutes.No one was following. No cars.The road behind me was empty—just trees and asphalt.I should've felt relieved. Instead, I felt like shit.Daisy's face when I'd left - that look. The fear. Though she tried to hide it, I could still see it.Her hands shaking. Voice small. "I don't want to be alone here."Fuck.I gripped the steering wheel tighter.She was scared. I knew that. But we couldn't keep hiding forever. Couldn't keep running while the stalker pulled the strings.I needed to figure out who was behind that shooting yesterday and end it fast before they got bolder. Before they got closer. Before, I couldn't protect her anymore.“That's what you're telling yourself, Killian, to help you feel better at night?” I murmured, I exhaled and shook my head.Truth was, I needed to leave before I did something stupid.Last night nearly broke me.Her in that blue nightdress. Licking sauce off her lips. Hips swayed

Daisy's povI pulled into the parking lot of the café Jordan had texted me. Thank goodness Killian left me with the keys to the other car. The place was tucked away on a quiet street—red brick. Ivy climbing the walls. Small windows with curtains drawn.Perfect for staying hidden.I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror. Black face cap pulled low. Oversized sunglasses. White tennis shoes. Dark jeansI looked like I was trying to disappear.I grabbed my phone. He hesitated, then typed out a message to Killian.“ I'm meeting Jordan. Café on West Street. The one with the red door.I stared at the text.He was going to be pissed. No, scratch that. He was going to be furious.But I needed to do this. I needed to see Jordan. I needed to feel like I had some control over my own life.He'll understand eventually. I am sure of that. I hit send before I could talk myself out of it.I shoved the phone in my bag, applied more lipstick, and got out of the car. Locked it. I walked toward th

Daisy Pov In a few minutes we were parked in front of a hospital in that neighborhood. The nurse rushed over."What happened?" "He almost got hit by a car," his mother said, her voice shaking. "Please check him. Please." They took the boy and disappeared through double doors. And his mother followed, leaving Killian and me alone. Killian walked toward the waiting area. Sat down hard on one of the plastic chairs. I followed and sat beside him. My pulse hammered in my ears. My mind was filled with regret. This was my fault. If I hadn't left the safe house, Killian wouldn't have come after me. He wouldn't have been distracted. That child wouldn't have… "Stop," Killian commanded quietly. I flinched “ What? “ “I know what you are thinking Daisy. You shouldn't blame yourself.” Right. Because apparently he can read minds now. I kept my mouth shut. This wasn't the time to argue. This isn't the time to apportion blame. It happened already and we are here now. I just stare

Daisy’s PovWe looked around and listened,nothing. No engines. No footsteps, we were alone for now. Killian pushed the bike to another side of the forest. Surely he was trying to mislead those bad guys in case they got here any time soon.Once he was back to me, he helped me to my feet "Can you walk?,” he asked with concern in his voice.I nodded, barely.We moved deeper into the forest and after some minutes the forest became clearer and we could hear the sound of a vehicle. Thank God we were close to the roadside. “Please can we rest here?” I asked Killian, pointing at a log. My breath was heavier now and I was barely holding on.We sat and rested while he stood up taking guard.Eight minutes later we heard it. An engine, a hub different from before this one was familiar. It was Viktor's car.The black SUV emerged from the trees, minutes away from the road, and stopped. Viktor got out of his eyes scanning, gun in his hand.“Are you two ok?”“ We need to leave this place immediatel

Just as I expected, he didn't reply—same old cold attitude. He just tossed a towel at me. I wrapped it over my chest and made my way out of his bathroom. Once I got to his bathroom, my eyes immediately snapped to the wall clock on the wall. 12:11 “Hell no!” I exclaimed as the realization of what today's date dawned on me. It is my father's birthday. Every year, I made sure I was the first one to call him. That was a little father-daughter tradition. “Killian,” I called “ can I call my father with your phone, since we have yet to get me a new SIM “ “Sure you can, “ he answered and handed over his phone to me. My fingers fumbled on the unfamiliar device. My chest ached. I missed talking to my dad even if I didn't love his world, I loved being his child. I dialed his private line, of course, I knew his number off hand. The phone rang twice then his deep, booming voice filled the room. “Happy birthday to you …happy birthday to you…happy birthday, happy day…Happy birthday… to you,