Page 28 of Bound For You

“Okay, but you have to change, Phoebe Pie.” She smiles and nods, before I hear Juan clear his throat. I look down as she takes the phone off speaker.

She says, “Tio, I will contact you tonight to go through the plan. Send my love to my Auntie.” She hangs up after he speaks, and sends me a sad smile. I know this is the first time he’s heard me speak, but I can’t find it in myself to care. He didn’t want me.

Phoebe turns and leaves the room without another word.

Alexandr’s face hardens as he shoves everything off of the table and points at Basil, pissed that he’s brought a lot of shit back up when he’s trying to convince her to stay.

“You need to get your fucking priorities straight, old man. The shit you just spewed was out of line. You’re listening to a coke head instead of getting everyone’s account of the story. And you wonder why Phoebe doesn’t want anything to do with you.”

I stand and start to leave but stop to look at Al and Damian. “As you heard, I have an ice cream date with my favorite cousin.”

Al raises his brow, knowing that was a nice little dig toward Basil because of Selene.

I sneer at Basil, “If I stay any longer I won’t be held accountable for my actions.” Then I storm out, heading to the Brew Box to finally see my girl after four weeks.

I get there just before Phoebe, thankfully, and when I walk in and the bell dings arrival, Avery’s head pops up and her gaze shoots straight toward me. I grin and she smiles.

Her hair is up in her messy knot, she’s in the brown shirt with the Brew Box logo, and some tight jeans, looking fucking beautiful. She rounds the counter, coming to me, and I frown when she puts her hands around my waist and leans her head on my chest. Normally, she jumps into my arms. I lift her head and gently kiss her lips.

“What’s going on,dragotsennyy?”

She sighs and grabs my hand, leading me to a table.

She shouts over to the other person at the counter, some dorky teenager, “I’m now on my break.” He gives her a thumbs up, and she gingerly sits down, making me frown some more. “Don’t be angry.” I tense instantly, Phoebe will be here any moment and I know she’ll pick up on my tension. So I try to calm myself. “I fell down the steps at school. Melanie was at the bottom and quickly got me some help. I have a few bruised ribs.” I scowl at her, and kind of pout, making her chuckle. “I know you would have wanted to help me, but I know how busy you’ve been, and I didn’t want to worry you.”

I shake my head and look at her with softer eyes. I grab her hands in mine, and bring them to my lips. “Next time, you call, do you understand me?”

She smiles gently and nods. “I love you.”

I grin wide. Fuck, I missed her. “I love you, too,dragotsennyy.”

A few minutes later, Phoebe joins us, and we both stand. Phoebe sticks her hand out, smiling wide at my girl.

“Hi Avery, I’m Phoebe, it’s so nice to finally meet the woman capable of holding this knuckle head down.” Avery giggles a little and smiles widely. She takes Phoebe’s hand, and Phoebe pulls her into a gentle hug, making Avery tense for a moment before she relaxes.

I hear her whisper, “Thank you. It’s nice to meet you, too.”

Phoebs looks over Avery’s shoulder at me, and I smile as she squeezes her tight. I chuckle, knowing where her mind went. I’m a lucky fucker. Suddenly, a spark enters her eyes. Shit. I shake my head, knowing I’m definitely in the shit with Damian and Alexandr later tonight, because I can guarantee Phoebe will send a photo later to stir them both up. I shake my head, and enjoy a few hours with two of my favorite girls, hoping Sofia doesn’t kill me for not including her or Mila.

Fuck.

fourteen

Avery

I’m sittingon my dingy sofa wearing only Sergi’s shirt, doing my homework. This month has been hard, trying to keep him away, and I’ve missed him like crazy. Seeing him today at work, then meeting his cousin, who is not only beautiful, but an amazing person overall, was the highlight of my day. I know I should have told him what really happened, but I can’t, I can’t have him looking at me differently. I need to leave the past where it belongs, behind me.

I’m halfway through my homework when there’s a knock at my door. I furrow my brows, confused at who it could be. Sergi already told me he most likely won’t see me tonight. Its why I came back to my apartment. I tip toe over to my door and peek through my peephole. My breath gets caught in my throat, and I quickly unlock the door, swinging it open. My eyes widen. “Oh my God, Sergi!” I gasp, my eyes watering as I grab his arm and pull him inside, instantly checking to see where he’s hurt.

His shirt and arms are covered in blood. He wraps his arms around my waist and holds me tight, my ribs protest but I ignore it and I start to shove him away to look for his wound.

He shakes his head and rasps, “It’s not mine, baby, it’s not mine.” I feel tears slide down my neck and I lean back, grabbing a hold of his face with both of my hands, and wipe his tears with my thumbs. My heart is racing. “Its Phoebe’s; she was attacked.” Tears spill from my eyes, and I hold him close to me, trying to stay strong for him. He kisses my neck, and rasps, “She’s in surgery, and I couldn’t stand around waiting. I needed to see you. Please, baby, help me forget, just for a little while, please.” He sobs and I nod, crying.

He lifts me up and slams me into the door, and I ignore the pain in my side as he kisses me fiercely. He keeps a hold of me with one hand while his other unbuckles his belt and shoves his jeans down so he can remove his cock. I’m not wearing panties, and I’ve never been more thankful for laundry day. He places his hard cock at my entrance, and slams into me.

I gasp into his mouth. Thankfully, I was wet for him, because he’s not thinking. He slides out, then thrusts forward hard, going quicker and quicker. I know I won’t come, he isn’t here with me, making sure I get my pleasure; he’s lost in his head, and I’m too concerned for him. I just kiss him as he slams into me over and over, while my ribs protest, causing me more pain with each thrust. But I ignore it and let him use me. Five minutes later, he slams into me one more time and groans out loud, coming inside me. I hold him tight to me. He leans his head in the crook of my neck and breathes me in as I hold him. His phone rings and he answers it without pulling out of me.

“Yeah,” he rasps, and I hear a faint voice say, “It’s bad, Sergi, you need to come back. She may not make it out of surgery. Al needs us both.” Sergi clears his throat. “Okay, I’m on my way.” He hangs up, then slowly pulls out, making me wince, but hedoesn’t notice. He sets my feet on the floor, then leans forward and kisses me gently as he puts himself away. “Go get dressed, baby, I need you with me.” I nod and lean on my tip toes, kissing him again. Despite the heartbreak that shines through for his cousin, his eyes hold love for me.