บททั้งหมดของ Carving My Mafia Bodyguard : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

THE GOLDEN LEASH.​"I am twenty-two years old, father, not a child”.Katerina Romano’s voice shook in anger . She stood in the middle of the room, her chest heaving underneath her silk blouse, her blue eyes blaring with a fire.​Don Romano did not even spare her a glance, his eyes fixed on his ledger. He poured himself a glass of red wine with a steady hand—releaxed oblivious to Katerina fury.​"You are a Romano," he said, his voice low, with a terrifying rumble. "And until you learn that your casual life in university is a threat on your back, you will have a personal bodyguard. The last one was a failure because he was ridiculously soft and polite. This one... this one is strict and different"​"I don't want ‘different'!....I don't want any of this, I just want to be left alone!" Katerina spun toward the tall glassed windows. "I have got a lecture in an hour. I’m going on my own”.​"You’re going with him, and that's final." her father commanded. Finally looking up, from his ledger

THE GHOST IN THE ALLEY ​The neon lights of the city blurred as Katerina ducked into the service entrance of the library. Once her father sent for Xavier urgently she sneaked out like she always did before his arrival, bribing and intimidating the security men discreetly until they had no other choice but to reluctantly let her elope. She had timed it perfectly—Xavier was occupied with the Don’s security briefing. Or so she thought.She refused to take orders from Xavier who was as lowly as a body guard employed by her father, she wouldn't stoop so low on his account.The least thing she needed was another stuck up person like her father, controlling her life and telling her what to do.She was tried of feeling so small before the two infuriating men forced into her life.She would make her decisions herself from now hence forth.​"Jackson, I’m two blocks away, from you" she whispered into her phone, "Just wait for me at the old clock tower. I’ve finally ditched Xavier.”“ Good, i’

Katerina opened her mouth, her voice a faint, terrified whisper. "Jackson, I..."​Before she could finish, the grand double doors of the ballroom were open. A Romano soldier, face pale and bloodied, stumbled. Everyone gasped in utter horror at the sight of him.​"Don Romano!" the soldier collapsed to the floor. "The estate is breached!....they are not here to talk, but to burn the house down “​In the chaos, Jackson looked unbothered. He stood up, but his eyes weren't on Katerina anymore. He looked directly at XavierXavier didn't wait. He vaulted over a table, his gun drawn in alarm, his lethal focus locked on Jackson. "Run to the library Katerina!....now!!” Xavier snapped in alert. *****************The party roared downstairs—with sheer terror as the guest paced around agitated searching for an exit.Inside the mahogany-rowed library, ​Katerina stood by the window.She turned when the door clicked open and shut. She knew the rhythm of those footsteps anywher

THE SILENT TREATMENT He avoided her from that moment on.Like a plague Not carelessly. Not by accident.Deliberately.The next morning, she saw him outside the breakfast room speaking to two guards in low tones. The second he noticed her, he ended the conversation and stepped away before she could reach him.At lunch, he stood at the opposite end of the terrace, sunglasses on, speaking into an earpiece she wasn’t even sure was active.When she crossed the hall after dinner and called his name, he acknowledged her with a short glance and kept walking, his expression blank, as if she were just another member of household traffic.By the third day, it had become unbearable.He was everywhere, and somehow impossible to reach.If she entered a room, he left it.If she turned a corner, he was already several steps ahead.If she tried to speak, he reduced everything to clipped, practical sentences.“The car is ready.”“You’re late for class.”“Stay inside the perimeter.”Nothing more.Not

THE MAN BEHIND THE NAMEKaterina POVKaterina did not sleep.Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it again.The cellar. The bare bulb. Marco Bellini tied to a chair. And Xavier—calm, steady, unreadable—lifting the gun as if death weighed nothing in his hands.Then the sound.That was the part she couldn’t stop hearing.Not the shot itself.The silence after.That awful, ringing silence that told her a man had just stopped existing, and the world had not cared enough to pause.She lay awake until dawn with the blankets tangled around her legs and her pulse trapped somewhere high in her throat. By morning, she felt hollowed out, like fear had eaten the edges of her and left only the fragile middle.At breakfast, she barely touched her coffee.Her father sat at the head of the long table, reading reports with his usual terrible calm. He said nothing about the cellar. Nothing about Marco. Nothing about the blood that had dried beneath the estate while servants polished silver and