Page 36 of Bound By You

I chuckle. He slept on the couch for a week after visiting the club. He was there to check on things, but someone had sent her a picture of him talking to one of the strippers, which happened to be Savannah, who he let get off on him several times when Sofia was gone raising their little girl alone, so it was a sore subject. It turns out it was Misty, a new stripper who wanted the big boss and tried to ruin their marriage, so she no longer works for us, but is still alive, just in another country.

"I'll message Sergi, and we'll meet at the garage at 8:40 PM." He smiles, then walks out while putting his phone to his ear. "HeyMalyshka, how are you feeling?" I smile, proud of my little brother for getting his act together. Now, if only I could. I sigh. I really should have listened to him instead of thinking I knew better. I grab my phone to message Sergi.

Me: 8:40 p.m. parking garage at Volkov & Co. we've got some unfinished business at the club. you in?

He messages back five minutes later. I've just finished some more paperwork and looked at my phone. I chuckle at his reply.

Sergi: Fuck yes, about time, dickhead.

Another text comes straight through.

Sergi: Phoebe says to count her in, too.

I laugh, which quickly dies when a thought comes to mind.

Me: I don't think that's a good idea.

My phone rings, and I sigh. It's a video call. I answer it, and my beautiful girl's face pops up. She's in her normal clothes,looking beautiful, but her green eyes are burning lasers at me. I chuckle a little, making her eyes narrow at me.

"Do not make me hurt you, Alex. I want my fun!"

I chuckle again, then clear my throat, getting serious. "Malen'kaya ptitsa, she'll say things to rile you up." She sighs and looks ahead at something that makes my brows furrow as a small smile appears on her lips. Where the fuck is she, and who the hell got that little smile from her? My jealousy is going up a notch. My office door opens, and Damian walks in with some more paperwork. He frowns at me, noticing my expression, and walks around my desk to see what's happening. Phoebe looks back at the screen and gives Damian a smile.

"I know she'll say shit, but this is something I have to do, Alex."

I sigh, not able to say no, and look at Damian. "She wants to come tonight." He looks at her and nods. "Okay." She smiles big, then mischief shows all over her face, making both mine and my brother’s eyes narrow. "I have a little payback for you two. I mean, I know Alex is technically the one who caused all the hurt, but you, Damian, knew what he was doing. I understand the whole 'he's my brother' concept, but you call me sister, and you should have kicked his ass for what he was doing, so you deserve a little punishment, too, just like Sergi, considering he is my blood cousin, and he still kept me in the dark about Alex's infidelities. Me showing you this will be his punishment, knowing you two will make his life hell, now have a look at who I met today."

She says with a grin, then turns her camera around, and Sergi comes on the screen with his arm wrapped around a beautiful woman with hair so black it almost looks like it has blue in it. Both Damian and I look in shock, and then we get pissed. She's right; we're going to torture him.

"He introduced you first, the Angel of fucking Death," Damian rages while I say, "That's not fucking fair," while she literally cackles.

"See you in a bit, gentleman," she says, then hangs up.

I look at Damian and say, "I'm going to fucking kill him!" I sneer, and he growls, "Not before I fucking do!" Then storms out. Yeah, she dished out the right payback! And I bet there's more to fucking come. It's a good thing I love her!

At 8:35 PM, I meet Damian at the elevators; we're both still pissed that Phoebe met Sergi’s girl first. I know she doesn't know about our lives, but we can dress fucking casually and hide our fucking weapons!

Once we reach the parking lot, Phoebe is leaning against my Mercedes, her leather gear on, while the traitor stands near my brother's SUV. We both walk over to him while Phoebe laughs her ass off, and Sergi just smirks as both Damian and I talk at the same time.

"Seriously, the Angel of Death can meet her, but not us?

"I was the fucking first person you told, for fuck’s sake."

"I'm your best fucking friend."

"We've known each other for years; we're fucking family!"

He loses it and laughs his ass off, before getting in Damian's car, making us both scowl. I growled, walking over to my car and opening the door for Phoebe.

"Get in, you hyena."

She laughs harder, and I grab her hand, helping her up after she falls on the ground laughing, unable to keep my smile at bay. What a fucking infuriating woman! I help her into the car, go to the driver's seat, and place my hand in between her thighs while she still laughs. I shake my head and say, "You're lucky. I love you, my hyena."

She laughs harder again, making me chuckle.

Damian has already turned his SUV around, waiting for me to follow, so I ignore my hyena and start the car while stroking my thumb along her leg.

Twenty minutes later, we're pulling into the underground parking lot for our strip club, and we park near the elevators. All the men know not to acknowledge our presence, to not tip Candy off. We get out of our cars, and I put my arm around Phoebe's waist, grateful she doesn't move out of the way, and we head to the elevator and go up two floors. Once on the floor, Andrew, our doorman, lets us in with a nod, keeping his eyes off of my girl. He values his life. We head to my office.

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