Semua Bab He Wants Me Dead Or Alive : Bab 11 - Bab 18

Rosa's POV Four days into Raffaele’s absence and I started to think freedom was just an illusion. I woke up every morning expecting his texts, that unknown number lighting up my phone like a warning. The photo he had sent still haunted my gallery. I deleted it the second I saw it but not before my brain memorized every detail of that collarbone peek, that teasing glimpse of skin under black fabric. It was ridiculous. Infuriating. How did a man thousands of miles away make me feel watched, wanted, and trapped all at once? I had been throwing myself into training harder than ever, sparring until my knuckles bruised and my legs wobbled, but even that didn’t shake him off.That day I skipped the gym early and headed straight to Kylie’s penthouse. She had been my lifeline that week, dragging me over for movie nights and takeout to keep my mind off everything. I let myself in with the spare key she had given me, kicking off my sneakers by the door. The place smelled like fresh coffee and

Raffaele’s POVThe doctor stepped back from the bed, peeling off his gloves with that calm practiced snap that always made me want to punch something. “Her drink was spiked,” he said, voice level like he was reading a weather report. “Rohypnol most likely, judging by the symptoms and the timeline. She didn’t ingest enough alcohol for this level of reaction, but the combination amplified it.”My eyes snapped up to him. “Is that why she’s burning up? I thought she was just drunk.”He shook his head, already packing his kit. “No. The fever is her body fighting the drug and the dehydration that came after. She’s stable now. I’ve started the drip, fluids and anti-nausea meds. Keep her hydrated when she wakes. She’ll be groggy, possibly confused for a few hours. Call me if her temperature spikes again or she starts vomiting uncontrollably. I left a prescription for something to help with the headache tomorrow.”I nodded once, jaw locked so tight my teeth ached. “Thank you.”He gave me a qui

Rosa’s POVThe second I realized he’d seen me flip the photo my face caught fire all over again. I stood there frozen in his office doorway, robe slipping off one shoulder, heart slamming so loud I was sure he could hear it. I’d been caught red-handed snooping through his things, touching something that clearly meant more to him than the rest of this cold penthouse ever could. The frame had been heavy in my hand, the glass cool against my skin.Before I could even stammer out an apology, the memory from last night crashed back in full color: me bent over on the bed, puking violently all over his expensive suit while he held my hair back with surprising gentleness, murmuring something low and soothing in Italian that I’d been too sick to translate. My cheeks burned deeper, the kind of red that probably glowed in the dark. Humiliation clawed at my throat. I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole, to disappear into the marble and never resurface.Raffaele stepped closer, rain stil

Raffaele’s POVI stepped out of the bedroom and closed the door softly behind me so the click wouldn’t wake her. My coat was still damp from the rain, clinging to my shoulders like a second skin, but I didn’t stop to change. Rosa’s voice was still echoing in my head—sharp, defiant, trembling just enough to make me want to go back in there and pull her close again. I shoved the thought down. Later. Right now I had someone else to deal with.Klaus was waiting in the hallway, arms folded, expression blank the way it always went when he knew I was pissed. “She okay?”“She’s resting.” I kept walking toward the elevator. “You stay here. No one in, no one out. Not even the cleaning staff. You see anyone who doesn’t belong, you handle it.”“Got it.” He fell into step beside me. “You going after the kid?”“Yeah. Mateo.” The name tasted like acid. “He was too close last night, arm around her chair. Pouring drinks. Laughing like nothing happened. Either he did it or he knows who did.”Klaus nodd