Page 18 of Bound By You

She hangs up her phone, placing it back in a small pocket in her leather pants. I take a step forward again, but Damian grabs my arm. I scowl at him, but he shakes his head.

I snap, "You cannot expect me to stand here and watch!" I hiss in a low whisper.

Damian leans over and whispers back, "We're not dealing with your sweet, shy fiancée, Al, we're dealing with the Angel of fucking Death! She shoved a guy's cock down his own throat after cutting it off herself two weeks ago. She can handle herself, and, if she needs us, then we'll get involved, but at the moment, I think us getting in her way will piss her off, and you'll lose your chance. As it stands, she already knows about your mistress; who’s to say she doesn't know about Selene, too?" I pale at his words. Fuck. I stand back a bit, concerned for my own dick, making Damian snort, and I narrow my eyes at him.

Shit, my woman is going to castrate me.

I look back at Phoebe, and her attention is now on Christian. She pulls a gun from the back of her pants, and before Christian can even sneeze, she has it pointed at his head.

"Mihai, in moments, you will receive proof of Christian embezzling money from your men without their knowledge. He is also embezzling money from both the Russian and Greek Mafia, and as agreed by the council of elders, the punishment for treason is death," she states coldly. We are all still confused at how he managed to embezzle money from our businesses thathe has no take in, and how the fuck does Phoebe know about the elders?

She continues, despite our confusion, "Proof is also being sent to the heads of both organizations. You, Mihai, are now the head of the Romanians, and I expect within the next twenty-one days, you will make sure all trafficking of flesh has stopped. If not, I will be back for you."

Christian steps forward, forgetting about the gun pointed at his head.

"Listen here, you little bitch you—" He doesn't get to finish his sentence because she shoots a perfect shot right between his eyes. He flops onto the ground, and we all look at the woman I love more than anything, who I've tried to forget, as she smirks.

She looks at us and says, "Well, this was a fun time, but I have things to do and people to see." She then looks at Selene as Basil steps toward his eldest daughter. Phoebe just shakes her head at him. "I'm just going to make this perfectly clear, about why I have come out of hiding. I amnotfor sale. Try something like this again, and what I've just done today will seem like child's play. Do I make myself clear?" Nobody says a word; she still has her gun in her hand, dangling, and her eyes are trained on Selene, who stands there looking pale, her body shaking. Basil puts an arm around her, and I shake my head. What a fucking idiot!

Selene takes too long to answer.

"Do I make myself clear, Selene?" she shouts, causing Selene's body to jerk. Finally, she nods frantically. Phoebe looks at her father and states, "Always protecting her, even when you know she tried to sell me for her own gain, for her drugs. You always forget you had another daughter who needed you more. You’re a pathetic man.Nonos tis Nychtasdoesn't suit you!" Basil's face goes red while we all stay silent. She looks toward Mihai, who bows his head slightly out of respect. Then she turnsto leave, completely ignoring me, Sergi, and Damian, which surprises me because she was closest with Sergi. I look at him, and he looks gutted.

I sigh because I know I'm the cause of their fractured friendship; she knew he'd be by my side because, despite not sharing blood, we're brothers. She stops just at the door, looking over her shoulder slightly.

"Damian?" Sergi and I freeze, and he clears his throat.

"What can I do for you,Mladshaya Sestra?" I clench my hands into fists when I notice her flinch at his words, but she continues while fucking ignoring me.

"You have twenty-four hours to uncover the three men in your organization who have affiliated themselves with human trafficking of 3- to 6-year-old children. The children live in group homes. If not, I will take over the task. Your clock is ticking." Then she exits, leaving my brother reeling from the information that we have traitors among us.

To Peter, I hear Basil say, "Follow her, but at a safe distance; we've all heard the stories of the Angel of Death. Find out where she's living."

I mutter, "Fuck this," and follow her out while Damian calls for me, but I ignore him. When I get outside, she is already waiting for me, clearly knowing I'd follow. She's sitting astride a matte black Harley Davidson, with some dark purple blended into it, and no fucking helmet.

She looks sexy as fuck, though.

I cross my arms over my chest. "You have a contract to fulfill Phoebs."

She chuckles, then starts the bike up.

"I mean, Phoebe, you can't escape it. Our wedding was supposed to be last week."

She just shakes her head. "I don't think so, Alex. I heard you enjoyed what was supposed to be the start of our honeymoonwith a couple of strippers." I flinch. "Why don't you get back to your mistress? She should be finished with her coke dealer on the couch in your office right about now. You and I are done. Maybe you shouldn't have fucked my sister; I might have stupidly forgiven you for the other slut, but you crossed a line. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have people to see. Also…why don't you ask your brother what I've been calling you for over a year?" She smirks, then drives off, leaving me in shock, and my body trembles with rage.

I grab my phone and click on the camera for my office, and lo and behold, Candy is leaning over my fucking couch, and some greasy, fat guy is fucking her bare from behind.

Shit.

I quickly text our doctor, needing tests done, and then I throw my phone against the warehouse, smashing it angrily.

My brother comes to stand beside me.

"My love," Damian says.

I turn around, feeling fucking dirty and pissed.

Not knowing what he's talking about, I snap, "What?"

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