Page 24 of Bound By You

I pack up the rest of my stuff, and go to the edge of the building opposite, where there's a dead body. My uncle will have the police out in exactly twenty minutes, just enough time for me to high-tail it out of here. I throw the bag down, and it lands near my bike.

"Phoebe."

I stop short, then turn to look at him and lie through my fucking teeth. "I've moved on, Alex, so it’s about time you did, too!" I turn around, grab the rope, and throw it over the wall. I hear him growl loudly, but I ignore him and climb over the wall.

"What are you doing, Phoebs? You can't go down the side of a fucking building."

I continue to ignore him and wrap the rope around my leg to get a tight grip on it before I lean back, hanging off the building.

"Fucking hell, baby, get back over here." He sounds panicked, but tough shit; he's seriously underestimating me. I begin repelling down the building, and I hear Alex shouting at me again, but I continue my descent. A few moments later, I jump the last few feet. I yank the hook hard, and it falls down. I pick it up and put it in my saddle bag, and I climb on the bike, and drive off without looking back.

He is my past; he made sure of that five months ago, and has continued to do so every day since.

twelve

Alexandr

I stand here,staring over the wall as I watch the love of my life fucking climb down the side of the building. When she gets down safely, I breathe a sigh of relief and grab the hook, yanking it from the wall. I put it down and am about to get the rope, so she doesn't get fucking caught, when all of a sudden, it goes over the edge of the building. I look back down, and I see her putting it in her bag, before climbing on her bike—again without a fucking helmet.

She drives off without looking back, and my heart breaks. I feel like I've lost her. Our talk didn't go as planned, which is 100% my fault. I basically tried to bullshit her about sleeping with her own sister, which I continued to do after she left, and I got a mistress as a “fuck you” to her as well. I sigh again and turn to go. I've made sure no cameras are working. I know she has a way to disable them, but I wanted to ensure she was double-protected. I must admit, though, watching her work was the most amazing thing I've seen, and that's saying something, because I helped deliver my nephew.

I return to my rented black Aston Martin and start her up. I know where Phoebe's living, but she needs space tonight. Tomorrow, though, she's mine! So, I'll head to Berry's Inn, where I've booked a room for a few weeks. I'll be showing up at her school tomorrow after her classes; I'm not losing her, not now that I have her in sight again.

Half an hour into the drive back to Mendocino, my phone rings and connects with Bluetooth. I look at the name and sigh.

I answer.

"Juan," I say coldly, and he fucking chuckles.

"Here, I thought you'd be grateful that I told you where my niece lived and what she'd be up to tonight. You are aware that I am actually scared for my life. I trained her, and I know how deadly she is! And I know how much Sergi means to her."

"You're acting like you didn't get anything out of this, Juan, or did I not fucking beg my pseudo-brother to have a meeting with you next month?" I say it with amusement. "You do realize that he and Phoebe are now fucking pissed at me for my involving him, and the only reason why he's agreed is because of your niece and how he wants her happy and at home."

He chuckles again; he is excited to finally meet his estranged son. Sergi was not happy with me after I called him and basically begged him into a meeting with a man who didn't want him growing up. I sigh, feeling like I have betrayed him.

"I don't know what else to do," I admit, and I hear him grunt. He knows his niece better than anyone else.

"You've just got to persevere; you didn't just cheat Alexandr, you took it one step further and slept with her sister over the course of your relationship with Phoebe, then continued to do so even knowing it was the reason she left. If shedoesforgive you, treat her like a queen."

I grunt back, and he hangs up while I sigh again.

Twenty minutes later, I pull up to the inn, only five miles from Phoebe's farm, and head to my room up the stairs. I shake my head, looking around the dull walls, and strip down, heading for a quick shower. I turn the water on and get in despite the cold water, and I sigh. Fuck. I lean my arms against the cold tile wall and tilt my head down, letting the water fall over my head as it heats up. I take a deep breath.

Phoebe comes to mind; fuck, she looks hot in leather. My cock gets hard just at the thought of her, and I reach down. I grip the base and squeeze tight, moving my hand to the tip and continuing the motion. I picture her on her knees in front of me as her tongue pokes out. She slowly licks between the seams of the tip of my cock, lapping up the little bit of cum that drips out, and moans. My hand strokes faster. She takes me into her mouth, and she sucks the tip. I groan as her green eyes stare into mine as she sucks me to the back of her throat, and I come, ropes of my seed spurting out of my body.

I groan, "Phoebe."

I open my eyes, and I see my release going down the drain, making me sigh. No Phoebe, just me.

I quickly wash and get out, drying myself before wrapping the towel around my hips. I wipe the mirror and look to my left pec, where my tattoo from a year ago sits—a sparrow with the letter P in script hanging from its beak. It's got to mean something that she got sparrows, too, right? I still have a chance. She wouldn't have gotten it if I wasn't under her skin, right? I sigh again, then head back into my room and throw the towel on the floor. I grab a pair of boxers, then grab my phone, and sit on the end of my bed. I find Sergi's name and hit dial. It rings about six times before he finally answers, and I furrow my brows.

"Al, is everything okay?"

I look at the time. It’s 2:30 AM. I know it's late, but he's usually still out and about, yet he sounds groggy. That's not normal.

"Yeah, I just, uh, Serg, are you okay?"

He clears his throat and chuckles, "I was asleep, Al. It's 2:30 in the morning, brother. How did it go?"

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