Page 21 of Bound For You

Over his shoulder, Alexandr answers, “I have a Don to contact regarding his niece and her whereabouts.”

Damian chuckles and I give Al a look, making him stop. “If she does forgive you, brother, and that is a bigif, do not hurt her again.” It’s a threat and he knows it.

He nods, giving me a smile, then walks out.

I gaze at Damian and shake the papers. “I happen to know three people who are meeting tonight at the same warehouse we met Christian earlier. It’s the same three who were supposed to blow it up. You up for ride?” He smirks and looks at Sofia, and she chuckles, waves her hand like she’s the queen dismissing us, and makes herself comfortable. I go over to her and kiss her head, then head out to my car; we’ll drive separately because I have a woman to get home to.

We get to the warehouse they’ve decided to hijack roughly twenty minutes later. I get out of my car and round the hood, meeting Damian. When we notice the cars parked in the lot, he smirks at me and states, “Shoot the two soldiers in the eyes, and torture Grigoriy.”

I smirk back and nod.

We carefully head inside, and when we get through the door, I roll my eyes; the idiots snorting coke. I look at Damian and he shakes his head, then cocks his gun. I smirk and cock mine while he counts down from three, and we both shoot at the same time. My shots hit Leonid between his eyes, while Damian’s shot getsBoris through his right eye. I raise a brow at him, but he just shrugs.

“What the fuck!” Grigoriy barks, pulling his gun from his waistband. I shoot his hand, causing him to scream and drop his gun.

I look to Damian. “Seriously, this guy, asovietnikin the Bratva?”

Damian chuckles, and we walk over to the traitor who’s still screaming, clutching his right hand. He slumps to his knees, and I kick him in the face. He falls down, crying out. I roll my eyes, giving Damian a look, and he just smirks at me. Leaning over the traitor, I stand on his injured hand, putting pressure on it, causing him to cry.

Damian leans down and states, “I hear you have a problem with me, Greggy boy.”

I chuckle at his mocking tone while Grigoriy shakes his head, making Damian chuckle darkly. “No? Then why are you involved in human trafficking inmyterritory?” Grigoriy goes pales and Damian looks back at me. “I’m guessing you have somewhere you need to be?”

I smile. “Yep, and this piece of shit is keeping me from it. Now, do we torture him slowly and I can show him how good I am at keeping him alive to feel enough pain he’d wish he was dead, or do we just kill him?”

Damian chuckles as Grigoriy’s pants darken in the front.

I snort. “Fucking pussy. Definitely not Bratva material.” I cock my gun and shoot him in the kneecap, and he screams out in pain. I shoot the other one for shits, while Damian laughs.

Damian presses his gun between the traitor’s eyes.

“You should be thankful it’s us here and not my father. Enjoy hell, Greggy boy.” He shoots him between his eyes. Grigoriy’s body falls as blood splatters everywhere. Hopefully, it didn’t geton me, because that’s not something I want to explain to my girl just yet.

We turn to leave, and as we get outside, I light a match and set the building on fire. When we were here earlier, we doused the place in gasoline, and those three were supposed to burn it, the fucking traitors.

I turn to look at Damian before he gets in his car. I slowly turn in a circle, showing him my back. “Do I have any blood on me?”

He raises both his brows at my question and says, “No, but I think I want to know what’s going on with you sooner rather than later, brother, because that shit is not fucking normal.”

I sigh, nodding. I get in my car as a smile automatically spreads on my face; I’m heading home to my girl. I’m driving away from the warehouse with a building full of flames and three dead bodies, and all I can think about is sliding behind my girl in bed, then sliding my cock into her tight, wet heat.

Fuck yes.

Half an hour later, I’m getting off the elevator and heading toward my front door, when my phone rings. I check the screen and sigh.

“Al, if no one is dying and you don’t need me, I’m hanging up,” I state, and he chuckles.

“I have a big favor to ask you, and you’ll probably hate me, but please, brother.” Both my brows shoot high, and I wait for him to continue. He clears his throat. “In order to get Phoebe’s whereabouts and her schedule, I need you to, please, agree to a meeting with Juan in a month’s time. Please, brother. I know I fucked up with our girl, and I know our relationship has been tense because of my actions, but I’m trying to bring her home, and I need you.”

I tense and lean against the door. I know he wants her back, and I’d do anything to help him, but can I do this? I rub my forehead. Fuck.

Tense, I murmur, “Okay, brother.” Then I hang up, not wanting to hear his thank you. I’m pissed he’s put me in this situation, all because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. But I also know he’s barely hanging on by a thread; he wants her home, shit,Iwant her home. I want my best friend and cousin to meet the girl I’m going to marry. If I do this, and it helps, then fucking so be it. I bring up the number I’ve been ignoring on my phone and text it.

Me: Give Alexandr Phoebe’s whereabouts and schedule, and I’ll meet you in a month.

I go into my apartment, and its dark. I head to the kitchen, open the fridge, and take out the tacos my girl made me. I smile at the note she’s left.

I love you.