Page 32 of Bound By You

A man who came with Noah clears his throat and questions, "Where's Mihai?"

Damian looks at him and says, "Unfortunately, Patrick, Mihai will not be joining us; not only do the Romanians not care about keeping the peace in these meetings, but it is about him." He looks at each man, and they nod in silent agreement. Patrick bowed his head slightly out of respect; he'd spoken out of turn, making Noah look weak. Noah scowls at his man and swirls his finger, telling his men to swap positions. Patrick pales slightly while doing so.

Damian continues as he looks at my woman. "The floor is all yours." He smirks.

Her face doesn't change, keeping in character, but her eyes show amusement toward my brother. He, Sergi, and I have to hold in our chuckles, shit’s about to get funny.

She stands and looks around the men. The men who are not family heads frown; only Stefano and my father look at her with pride, while Basil sits in confusion about why she's taking charge.

"Gentleman, I would like to thank you all for coming. I understand how busy you are. There is one additional person who would like to be involved, so I'll patch him through. I will be representing him in person while he listens in."

She gets her phone and dials her uncle while the men frown again, and just as Juan answers the phone, without so much as a hello, the man seated next to Basil speaks up.

Shit, it's about to get bloody. I rub my hands together. Daddy's getting Ares his new bed tonight.

"Really, Damian, letting a little girl playing dress up take over our meeting? What the fuck is this? Women know their place; it's at home cleaning and popping out babies, not getting in our fucking business," he says, looking at Basil. "What is your daughter doing,Nonos? This is an embarrassment to our council." He growls the last bit as Phoebe sits down.

I hear a slight chuckle from the phone line, and I have to bite my tongue, wanting to kill the fucker for speaking about her like that, but I keep my mouth shut. I don't want her to think that I don't believe in her, and plus, she's now got her knife out, twisting it in her fingers. She's already hurt my balls, and I don't fancy getting stabbed as well.

I look at my brother and Sergi, and they're both smirking. I shake my head.

"You have a problem with me being here, Belen? Because I'm quite sure you didn't have a problem fucking Selene's ass over our dining table when you thought the house was empty last year." She says it coldly, and Basil's amusement turns to venom while Belen stills, then quickly snaps out of it.

"You're a lying whore. You're the one who fucked your father's men behind his back; you shouldn't even fucking be in this room, bitch."

The men at our table grow extremely silent; half don't know what to say, while my father is being held down by Stefano. You don't insult a woman who he sees as his daughter. I look at Sergi and see that Phoebe is also trying to keep him in place.

I look at Basil, and he seems, by the glares he’s sending his daughter, like he believes his guard, and that has my rage boiling. Damian has to put a hand on my shoulder to keep me in place. And Basil fucking wonders why his daughter wants fuck all to do with him. I can also see Stefano fuming, but he is trying to keep it under wraps to keep control of my father.

Juan chuckles. "I really wish I was there now because this just got entertaining."

All the men looked at the phone, confused; they recognized his voice but couldn't understand why my girl had contact with him.

She smiles sweetly. "Gentlemen, I believe you all know my uncle, Godfather of the Spanish Mafia, Juan Garcia." Belendoesn't seem deterred by the recent news. I know he wasn't there when she killed Christian, so he's just fucking ignorant.

"I don't give a shit who your uncle is. Your whore ass shouldn't be here; what you did to your sister is despicable; you even got your father to ignore her for months. Your’re pathetic."

I growl, ready to jump from my seat, but Phoebe just laughs. "You mean the sister who has you completely fooled? The one who tried to sell me to Christian because she owed him thousands in drug money? The same one who likes to eat pussy while my so-called fiancé is busy fucking the girl who's trying to get my sister off. That sister?"

Belen just laughs. "You’re bullshitting yet again, so your father cuts her off. You're a spiteful bitch, and you're a traitor; leaving your contract marriage to Alexandr is punishable by death. A coward is what you are."

It happens fast, so fast that we all look in shock. Phoebe is out of her seat in seconds. She jumps on top of the table and slides down toward Belen, before she stabs her knife into his hand. He screams out while I shoot up from my seat and raise my hand, making the men look at me, ready to get their guns out, thinking that is what I'm doing until I shout, "Called it!"

Damian and Sergi groan out loud while I grin like a loon; they thought she'd keep her cool. They each retrieved $400 from their pockets, and pass it over to me, and I smirk. The men in the room all raise their brows in confusion while Juan chuckles over the line.

"How much did you win, Alex?"

I state, "$800," with a grin.

I look at Phoebe, and she rolls her eyes.

"Can we get back to it, please?" she asks sarcastically.

I chuckle. "You won't be rolling your eyes when I get that new cat bed for Ares you said wasn't worth the money. Now, because Damian and Sergi lost the bet, he can have it." Both men scowlwhile Phoebe chuckles, then turns back to Belen, who has gone pale. Her father looks at her in disgust, still believing his man, and I sigh; he has no chance of a meeting now.

Phoebe starts to talk again, gaining my full attention.

"Tell me something, Belen. What did dear old Daddy say about what happened to Christian?" Basil stills, his eyes closing slowly, while Belen stutters out in pain, "T-that a s-stray b-bullet h-hit him."

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