Page 7 of Bound By You

I groan out my orgasm. Once I know I'm done, I pull out and smirk, then go to grab my clothes, making both women pout. Selene is pouting more than Mindy, but they know the score.

"You're leaving already? I wanted you to fuck my ass next," Selene whines, and I just chuckle.

"I’ve got my niece's birthday party; I'm late as it is. Enjoy yourselves for a bit and send me videos, will ya?" I chuckle again, sending a wink, making them both smile wide. Once dressed, I give them a one-finger salute and leave, their moans following me as they start making out again. I go to the hotel room permanently booked under my name, quickly shower our little sex fest off, and change into some new clothes. I’m wearing me black, Henley V-neck shirt and dark blue jeans, and I arrange my dark, messy hair, ensuring the short sides are slicked back. Once I’m ready, I leave, heading to my car in the garage.

As I get to my car, I check my phone and chuckle.

Damian: where the fuck are you? Your niece wants one of her favorite uncles to hurry his ass up; she's not happy that her Auntie Phe-Phe won't be here.

I chuckle. I may pout, but I love how much that little girl loves Phoebe.

I reply.

Me: I'll be there in 20. Tell Sergi to not take her in the pool until I'm there, or I'll kick his ass.

He replies instantly.

Damian: too late; should have been here earlier. No violence at Mila's party. Sofia's orders!

Fucking Sergi. I shake my head. I don't mind, really; it's just fun and games for us both. Finding out Sofia had a child without any of us around was heartbreaking. We're just trying to make up for lost time, and God knows how Damian feels about it all, even though it was all our fault that we weren't involved.

As I get into my Mercedes, my mind drifts back to Phoebe and how she'd feel if she found out about what I've just done and have been doing for two years. Shaking my head, I put my car into gear and head to my brother’s to celebrate my niece's birthday, two months after her actual birthday. Phoebe won't ever find out about what I’ve been doing; I've filmed most of our interactions, so if Selene decides to stir shit, then her father will have proof of what his oldest is doing in her spare time.

It takes me about half an hour to get to my brother's, and I smirk. Damian is about to be pissed, and I'm pretty sure whenPhoebe finds out what I got our niece, she'll be jealous. She keeps saying Ares needs a playmate.

I shake my head, grab the pet carrier and the box that I picked up on the way here, and go through the house to the garden.

I grin as Mila screams, "DyadyaAl."

I quickly place the carrier and box on the table near Damian, who raises both eyebrows at me, wondering what I've bought her now. He was pissed about the pony I got her eight months ago, so this should be fun. I love riling him up. I just smirked and caught my niece, who's got a hood towel on and some sauce around her mouth.

"Hey, mymalen'kaya, are you having a good time?"

She nods, then looks over to her gift when she hears ameow. I chuckle as Damian sighs. I look toward Sofia, and she has the biggest grin. Damian notices, and he scowls at us both. I try to hold in my chuckle while Sofia laughs outright; she knew what I was getting Mila, and so did Sergi.

Mila screams, "A kitty," and we all grin at her.

"What do you want to name her?" I ask as Damian helps her get the tabby kitten out of the carrier.

"Star," she states, and I get emotional, causing Damian to chuckle at my expense. I just shake my head.

I kiss her on the head as my mother comes over and kisses my cheek, smiling from ear to ear, then helps Mila take her kitten and all its belongings inside. I kiss Sofia on the cheek, and she smiles at me as Mila comes back out, running over to me. I catch her, lifting her high, making her giggle, before she gives me a big kiss.

"Thank you,DyadyaAl," she whispers, and I hold her tight for a few minutes. We hear a splash, and I roll my eyes at Sergi's attempt to get her to remember he's here, but she hears him and wiggles to get down, then proceeds to jump into the pool andSergi's waiting arms. I narrow my eyes at him, and he narrows his back. We have a standoff for a few seconds, and then we chuckle while Sofia shakes her head. As I'm about to ask how my nephew is cooking, my phone rings, and I furrow my brow.

"It's Basil; I'll be back in a minute." Sofia frowns, knowing he would contact her husband if it were business, so she knows something must be up with Phoebe, but nods her head, knowing I need to answer the call.

"Basil, what can I do for you? Is Phoebe okay?" I say as I walk over to the side of the garden, away from the others. He knows about the party today; he was invited but could not make it. He had meetings with the Irish mob, so I know this must be important.

"No, she's not okay; she's fucking gone. I have video evidence of her climbing down her trellis and off into the fucking woods over the wall. She's run."

My heart stops.

"What do you mean she fucking ran? She was perfectly fine when we met this morning," I snap down the line, causing a few people to look at me, concerned. Damian catches my eye, his brows furrowed, but I shake my head at him. He doesn't need this stress on top of being a husband, father, and a fucking Pahkan and Don.

Basil sighs. "I don't know; all her things are still in her room. She only had one duffle bag on her back. She's left her phone, and when we checked where she hid in the bushes away from the guards, there was a trail of blood. Apparently, she managed to cut herself on the bladed wall." He sounds broken, but I can't think about that right now. My fiancée has fucking left me. She made me fall for her, and she fucking left.

A thought comes to mind.

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