Page 18 of Bound For You
I pin Avery with my gaze, and her eyes widen. She quickly jumps off the counter and takes off, giggling like crazy. I chuckle and chase her. We do this for about five minutes before I finally catch her. I wrap my arms around her waist and kiss her passionately. I lift her, hands on her ass, then place her on the kitchen counter again. She wraps her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as I quickly unbuckle my belt. I grab a condom from my pocket, and shove my jeans and boxers down my legs, without breaking the kiss. Fuck, we need to get her on the birth control shot.
Sheathing myself, I run my fingers along the gusset of her panties, and they’re soaked. I tear the fabric off of her, and she moans as I run my finger along her slit. I smile into the kiss, placing my rock-hard cock at her entrance, and I thrust forward. She breaks the kiss, tilting her head back, moaning. I grip the back of her neck, making her look at me, and I fuck her hard and fast. I tear open her shirt and pull a hard nipple into my mouth, gently biting and sucking it. I keep my hand on her nape and move my other to her clit, and I rub her, hard and fast. Her cunt tightens around me as she screams out my name, coming all over my cock. I follow right behind her, then lean my forehead against hers.
I gently kiss her and rasp, “We really need to get you on birth control, baby.”
We spend the rest of the evening cuddled up on my sofa. She’s wearing another of my shirts. We eat her homemade Chinese, which is delicious, and I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
A couple of days later, I’m leaning down and kissing Averys lips. She rouses a little from her slumber and smiles at me. “Go back to sleep,dragotsennyy.I’ve got a couple of meetings and won’t be back till later, but make yourself at home, yeah?” I say this every time, but every time I arrive home, she’s left gone. It drives me fucking crazy. She smiles and nods. Leaning up, she kisses me again, and I groan; the blanket has slipped, and I can see the mound of her breast. She doesn’t notice as she turns and lays on her stomach, going back to sleep. I smile, lean forward, and kiss her nape. I leave for the office to get some work done before our meeting at the warehouse. I went there yesterday, scoped out the area, and it all looks to be okay. More men are already there now, just as a precaution.
At four o’clock, I leave the office and head to 9thstreet to the warehouse, and meet Damian there. Al isn’t here yet; he’s probably with his mistress. He acts like he cares about her, but the problem is, he doesn’t, and he doesn’t seem to realize it. He’s passing the time until we find Phoebe, and it’s going to bite him in the ass when he finally finds. I shake my head. When he told me about Candy, I gave him a black eye, and told him he’s on his own now where Phoebe’s concerned. We haven’t talked much since.
Damian raises a brow at me, and I know he wants answers. I sigh. “Not yet.” He nods; he knows I’m not ready to talk about her. I’m bound for her, and she’s bound for me. If I tell Damian and Alexandr about her, then I have to tell her who I really am, and I’m just not ready. I can’t lose her, she’s my world.
Damian slaps my back and says, “When you’re ready.”
I nod as Al pulls up with his usual scowl on his face. We make eye contact, and I shake my head, knowing where he came from, making him sigh as we all head inside.
Not even five minutes later everything goes nuts as Phoebe, yes fuckingPhoebe,drops through the roof, decked out in fucking leather, looking like a badass bitch. I tense when she calls Juan; I immediately realize she’s been trained. I shake my head. Fucking Juan and Athena. My mother told me all about their operations. They train assassins. Athena tried to convince me to join but I declined. How the fuck did I not remember that when Phoebe returned at sixteen? She was different but I thought that was because she had to live with Basil again. Fuck, she hid it well. My whole body vibrates with anger; my sweet, shy cousin is no longer present, and I swear I’m ready to fucking blow. I can’t, though, because Al’s going to get himself killed, and as pissed as I am at him, he’s still my brother.
I watch in awe as Phoebe kicks ass, then leaves without even fucking looking back. Al looks broken and my heart hurts. She’s my best friend, my blood, and she doesn’t even fucking acknowledge me. I slap Damian on his shoulder and turn to leave, he gives me a sad smile, and follows Al out after Phoebe. I get to my car and wait for her to leave, fucking pissed she’s not wearing a helmet but proud that she can ride a motorcycle like she always wanted to.
I follow her back to Juan’s mansion in Boston.
The guards recognize me and let me straight in, and I park, then knock on the door. She opens the fucking door empty-handed, with a bored expression on her face. I shake my head.
“You know you should at least have a knife, gun, or hell, even a fucking frying pan aimed at my head. I could be a cold-blooded killer.” She shakes her head, and I smile; I fucking missed her.
“Youarea cold-blooded killer, Sergi.” I chuckle while she steps aside to let me in, and I kiss her head. “Let me guess, you want names.”
I sigh, fucking pissed she’d think I’d just want information. She knows me better, and to be honest, I’m fucking hurt.
“Phoebe Pie, you and I were close. No matter how long you’ve been gone, we will always be close. I’m still pissed that you left without saying a word to me, but I have always had your back, way before your father switched out the contract with you and your sister.”
She lets out a sad chuckle as guilt shines through her eyes. I sigh, making my way through the hideous house toward the kitchen.
“You win the title yet?” she asks, trying to change the subject, and I let her, knowing how guilty she feels about leaving. I take a seat at the breakfast bar, looking around, while she gets me a bottle of water and sits on the other side of the counter.
“No, but I will.” She chuckles again, and I state, “You’re still her favorite. She misses you.” A lone tear falls down her cheek. I know she misses Mila; they grew close. I change the subject seeing the pain in her eyes. “Angel of Death?”
She sighs, and states, “What do you want to know?”
“Why didn’t you tell me? All these years, we all thought you were this shy, quiet girl.”
I’m fucking hurt she couldn’t trust me. She looks out toward the garden and says sadly, “Iwasthat girl, Sergi, until my father sent me away when my mother was killed. When I came back, I was still training behind my father’s back, just not as much. So that shy, quiet girl came back a little more each day. Alex helped to make me feel normal, but the day I got that link….”
My heart hurts for her; he fucked up big time. Shooting him sounds really fucking good right now. She loved Al with all her might, and probably still does.
She looks at me. “It was like the assassin rose up to protect me; my emotions shut off, and I was no longer that girl once again. Heck, I didn’t even make my first kill until three months ago, when two men tried to rape my best friend.” I lean forward, elbows resting on the side, keeping my eyes trained on her as she tells me about her first kill. “She was waiting for me to get out of the library, and I heard her scream, and ran toward her. One guy was holding her down while the other was trying to undo her pants, and it was like a switch flipped. I sliced the throat of the guy who was trying to undo her pants, and I shot the other in the back of his head when he took off. Since then, I’ve have done my best to get rid of rapists and traffickers…with Juan’s help.”
I drop my head into my hands and sigh. I hate her talking about ‘him’, and I hate how she had to kill to defend her friend. I quickly move on from ‘him’ and ask, “The three traitors?” I need to know, before she left the warehouse, she made a comment to Damian about us having traitors. And as much as she loves him like a brother, I’m the only one she’d confide in; we’re close, have been for years, and I need to change the subject from Juan.
She gets up and heads to the living area, bringing back a folder. She passes it to me. “If this was Damian or Alex, I wouldn’t be handing this to them. I was going to handle this myself, but I know how much you love dishing out pain to scum.” I smile at her; she’s right, I love breaking bones, especially the bones of traitors.
She continues to explain while I read the information, getting more pissed by the second.
“I have evidence of three men involved in trafficking children between the ages of three and six on the east side of Brooklyn. All these men are Bratva, but they are low on the totem pole. Except for Grigoriy; he’s a sovietnik, and the front runner for finding the kids in group homes. The two lower-level men, unknown names, pick them up from either foster homes orgroup homes, then takes them to the meeting point for the Mexican cartel or the Romanians to pick up. There is also information on Alex’s m-mistress Candy. It seems she’s been using him, and has managed to take three million from your businesses undetected.” I hear the struggle in her voice and the pain when she mentions the shit about Candy. Fucking Alexandr. A black eye wasn’t enough.
I slam my hands down on the counter, and shout, “Fuck!” I look back at Phoebe. “I’ll sort this out, I promise.” She smiles and nods, knowing I mean it.