Todos los capítulos de His Arranged Protection: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

~~LENA~~ The interior of the Charger smelled of burning rubber and deployed airbags, the white nylon fabric deflated over the dashboard like a shedding skin. Marco didn't speak. His knuckles were white against the steering wheel, his eyes darting frantically between the rearview mirror and the dark, tree-lined highway stretching into the grey morning. Niccolò sat in the passenger seat, his jacket stripped off. He didn’t wince as he poured a small bottle of high-proof rubbing alcohol directly over the jagged tear on his shoulder. His jaw clenched so tightly the muscle ticked, but he didn't make a sound. "We can't go back to the estate," Marco finally muttered, his voice cracking under the weight of the adrenaline crash. "Silvio knows the safehouses. Costa has the license plates of every vehicle in the Santoro garage. We’re driving a moving target, Niccolò." "We drop the car in thirty miles," Niccolò said, his voice flat, deadened by pure tactical focus. He bound his shoulder wi

That night I barely spoke to him.I turned away on the bed, facing the wall, the silence between us thick enough to feel. He was leaving in the morning, walking straight toward the man who had been orchestrating everything, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.After a long while I felt the mattress shift. Niccolò’s voice came quietly from behind me.“I’m doing this to protect my family,” he said. “Which means you. I would die before I let anything happen to you.”I stayed facing the wall for another second, then turned so quickly the sheets pulled tight around us.“Don’t say that.”Niccolò’s brows drew together slightly. “Lena—”“No.” My voice came out unsteady. “Don’t talk about dying. Don’t put that image in my head like it’s an acceptable option. I don’t want you dying for me. I want you here.”“That’s not what I meant.”“It’s exactly what you said.” I pushed up onto one elbow, looking down at him in the dim light. “You always do this. You talk about protecting me like your

NICCOLO The jet touched down on the private airstrip just after midday. The island looked peaceful from above, covered in thick greenery with only a few rooftops visible through the trees.From this distance, there was nothing that suggested danger. No visible guards, no obvious security posts. That was what bothered me.Places like this were never this quiet by accident. As we approached the compound, I studied the road, the surrounding buildings, and every possible entrance. There were too few people outside for a property this large. Whoever owned the place preferred privacy, or simply didn’t need to advertise how well protected he was.Matteo and I stepped off the plane and walked toward the waiting vehicle. “We keep it quiet,” I said. “We watch the compound first, learn the rotations, then decide how close we can get without announcing ourselves.”Matteo nodded. “Agreed. If he’s as careful as the records suggest, walking in asking questions will only—”We were still discussing

NICCOLOWe moved through the compound without drawing attention, keeping our heads down and matching the pace of the men around us.“Keep your shoulders loose,” I muttered to Matteo as we passed a pair of guards. “You walk like you’re ready to kill someone.”“I am ready to kill someone.”“Then look less like it.”The stolen masks and jackets helped, but the real advantage was staying quiet. Matteo and I spent the morning learning the compound the way I used to study any hostile ground. We watched the patrol rotations, memorised camera angles, and noted which corridors the guards actually used and which ones they only appeared to cover.“Camera on the east corridor is real,” Matteo said quietly when we paused near a junction. “The one by the stairs is dead. Hasn’t moved in twenty minutes.”“Patrol passes every eight on the north side,” I replied. “Twelve on the west. They’re sloppy when no one’s watching.”The guards barely spoke to one another. Their conversations were short and suspi

Lena’s POV The drop was short but brutal. I hit the concrete floor of the lower loading bay with a jarring impact that vibrated straight up my spine, knocking the wind from my lungs. I rolled instinctively to the side, my arms tightening in a death grip around the steel ledger box and the stack of hard drives as I slid into the damp, freezing shadows beneath a rusted flatbed trailer. Above me, through the open hatch, the deafening roar of automatic gunfire continued to shred the second-floor bullpen. An instant later, a heavy silhouette dropped through the opening, landing with a light, practiced spring. Niccolò was on his feet before his momentum even settled, his weapon raised and sweeping the pitch-black loading bay. He reached back up, grasping Marco’s arm as our injured companion tumbled through the hatch next, groaning heavily as his good leg took the brunt of the fall. "Can you walk?" Niccolò hissed, hauling Marc