Page 35 of Bound For You
“Fuck!” Al screams, and throws my phone at the wall. I sob, my heart breaking, realizing she obviously came here to work things out despite how I spoke to her and how I’ve treated her. I mean, fuck, I haven’t made her come in months, and I’m pretty sure I tore her the night I went to her when Phoebs was attacked. And now I’ve completely lost my girl, and I don’t think I’ll everbe able to get her back. I sob as I hear Al speaking to Damian, while my whole body is hurting from the loss of my girl.
A week later, I leave my place, where I’ve spent most of my time, and I decide to head to the hospital to see Phoebe. I know I fucked up and lost my girl completely, I just don’t know how to get her back. Al, Damian, and Maria all tried to call her, too, but she’s blocked them all. I asked Dimitri if he’d call her, but he told me she wouldn’t appreciate it. Something happened between them at the hospital, and I ignored it, thinking she was going to put her petty drama on me, and like the asshole I am, I pushed her away. Dimitri won’t say what happened. Apparently, I’ll disown him, so he refused to say, not wanting to lose a son—his words not mine. I’ll figure it out, though.
When I get to the hospital, there’s a big commotion. My heart stops and I run to Phoebe’s room. When I see her awake, tears fill my eyes, and relief like no other consumes me as I get the doctor. Then I’m hit with grief when I realize, I still lost the woman I love.
eighteen
Avery
We’re sittingin class waiting for the Professor to dismiss us when nausea hits me again, I quickly grab my stuff and run out. I head to the bathroom with Mel running behind me, and as soon as I hit the toilet, everything I ate comes up, which isn’t much; I’ve lost most of my appetite. Mel rubs my back until I stop dry heaving, and helps me stand. I go to the sink and splash water on my face while she hands me a bottle of water. I smile weakly at her and look in the mirror. My face is skinnier, my hair a little bit dull, and my violet eyes sad. I sigh and rinse my mouth with the water she gave me, and she clears her throat.
“Avs, is it possible you’re pregnant?” I freeze at her words and my body stills. “You’re sick all the time, you complain if I hug you too tight because your boobs hurt, and your emotions are all over the place. When was your last period?”
No, no, no, this can’t be happening. I look at her wide eyed, and I whisper, “Just after Phoebe was attacked.” Her eyes widen and she grabs my hand, dragging my shocked body outof the building. We head to the pharmacy, and she grabs three different tests. We pay, and head back to my crappy apartment.
Mel shoves me into my bathroom. “Okay, take all three tests.” She says it so sternly, which doesn’t suit her, and I’d laugh if my heart wasn’t failing right now. I turn into the bathroom, shutting the doors to take the tests.
Ten minutes later, I’m sitting on the closed toilet lid, staring at the tests as tears run down my cheeks. I’m pissed that I got caught by a guy who’s not only in the Mafia world but a guy who hasn’t bothered to contact me in the past few weeks, a guy who only sees me as a quick fuck, a guy who broke me. And I’m pissed that I didn’t catch it and Melanie did.
She barges into the bathroom. “You’re taking too long.” She sees my state and sees the tests, and quickly grabs me in a hug as I cry on her shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.” I nod but don’t believe her. I spend the rest of the evening crying.
The next day, in between classes, I try to call Sergi, but he doesn’t answer. At 6 PM I’ve given up calling him and decide to google the Volkov’s businesses. I did a lot of searches when Sergi told me he was Mafia/Bratva, and I know they own several businesses. A strip club comes up on my search, and the offices to the other businesses are closed, so this is my only option. He told me several times that he has an office at a club, he just never said it was a strip club.
I scowl. More lies.
I grab my keys and bag, and quickly run out to my dad’s SUV, and drive over to the club, which only takes me roughly fifteen minutes.
I get out and look at the black building with gold letters. It says: “The Gentlemen’s Club.” Hmm, classy. I walk over to the bouncer and smile a small smile at him.
He frowns and says, “No admittance without ID.” I nod and show him mine, and he nods once and lets me in.
It’s not very bright inside; the furniture is dark purple and black, there’s a half-naked woman hanging upside down on a pole, and several walking around in just thongs and nipple pasties. As I get to the bar, a woman in a see-through thong and bra approaches me.
“Can I help you? Because no offense, love, this doesn’t look like your kind of scene.” Well, she’s right about that.
I clear my throat. “I was actually looking for my boyfriend, Sergi. I know he works here some evenings.”
She looks at me in shock. “Sergi’s your boyfriend? Yours?”
I nod timidly. “Going on nearly eight months.”
A nasty gleam appears in her eyes, and I don’t like it. My stomach knots up.
“He’s in his office, down the hall, second door to the right,” she offers, then she walks away chuckling.
I take a deep breath. She knows something I don’t, and I have a feeling it’s going to destroy me. I head toward his office and decide against knocking, and just slowly open the door. Tears automatically fill my eyes as I stand stock still, not making a sound. Sergi is bent over a woman, fucking her from behind, while one hand grips her hair tight, and the other is thrusting fingers into her. Pleasure shows all over his face and she’s moaning.
A sob builds in my throat, and I slowly shut the door and turn to walk away. The woman who directed me there stands at the mouth of the hallway smirking. I walk over to her, letting her see the tears falling from my eyes, so she can see the pain she just helped inflict.
“You like hurting innocent people? You could have told me what he was doing instead of sending me to see the love of my life, the father of my unborn child cheating on me.”
Her face pales, shock showing in her eyes as she says, “I’m sorry, I thought, I thought you were just another girl claiming to be his.”
I croak, “Want to make it up to me? You never saw me, and you don’t know about the baby. I have some thinking to do and possibly a lawyer to see.”
She nods, giving me a sad smile, and I leave without turning back. When I get to the car, I send him a text.
Me: I hope she was worth it.