Page 27 of Bound For You

“$800.”

Phoebe rolls her eyes. “Can we get back to it, please?” she asks sarcastically.

Al states, “You won’t be rolling your eyes when I get that new cat bed for Ares you said wasn’t worth the money. Now he can have it, thanks to Uncle Damian and Uncle Sergi.” We both scowl while Phoebe turns back to Belen, whose gone pale. Her father is looking at her in disgust, still believing his man. Un-fucking believable.

“Tell me something, Belen, what did dear old daddy say about what happened to Christian?” Basil stills, his eyes closing slowly, and I chuckle.

Belen stutters, “T-that a s-stray b-bullet hit him.”

She chuckles, then leans down close. “Wrong. I killed him, shot him between the eyes.”

He chuckles darkly, despite the knife in his hand. “Yeah right. You’re nothing but a weak bitch. You’re only acting all big and bad b-because d-daddy is watching.”

She tsks. “Ever hear of The Shadow?”

He grunts. “Everyone has, you you stupid bitch.”

If he calls her a bitch one more fucking time….

Phoebe side eyes me, reading me like a book, and gives a subtle shake of her head. I pout because I want to have some fun, too. She tries to hide her smirk.

“Did you know that she was my grandmother?” He pales and shakes his head, not believing it, she leans down and whispers, just loud enough we can all still hear, “Ever hear of the Angel of Death?”

He looks ready to pass out, and not from the blood loss. “No, you’re n-not her. You’re weak, a-and s-shy.”

She smiles her evil smile, while Noah, Liam, and their men all look at her in shock. They pale.

“Actually, Belen, I am. My grandmother and myTioJuan taught me to be the best of the best assassins going. And, not to brag or anything, but I am.” She pulls the knife from his hand, and he groans.

Basil goes red and blubbers, “Phoebe you can’t just stab one of my men for speaking the truth about you. Selene already told us everything you’ve done over the years. I know that’s my fault for neglecting you, trying to protect you, but this is not okay. He is my man, and this is a violation that requires punishment from the counsel.”

Belen smirks at Phoebe who smirks back. I lean back in my chair and get comfortable.

She takes her knife and slits his throat, from ear to ear. Blood spurts out over the table.

Basil stands and shouts, “For fuck’s sake, Phoebe, you’re not stable!”

I stand, ready to fucking kill the bastard, and Damian grabs my arm. Phoebe tries her hardest to hide the pain of her father’s words. Fucking Basil.

Coldly, she tells him, “Belen took a five-year-old girl out of the group home on 2ndStreet last night, and dropped her off in a residential home in your territory. One of Mihai’s men was there to pick her up. I retrieved the child, and placed her in a safe house with a new family. Then I gutted the man who was at the collection point, and sent his remains to Mihai. You’re welcome, Father. Oh, and of course I’m not stable, I’m the best fucking assassin the Underworld has seen.” He pales, and just as he is about to open his mouth, most likely to spew more shit, Phoebe looks at Damian and Al. “Paperwork. Make sure you hand Basil the extra piece of proof that his man was involved in.”

Al nods and grabs the paperwork.

Phoebe returns her hard gaze to her father. “As far as I’m concerned, you died when my mother did, and if I do decide to marry anyone, it will not count as an alliance with the Greek.”

All the men sit up straight, shocked by her announcement. Some are about to protest because they know no one will want Selene; her behavior alone is a turn off, which means there will be no alliance with the Greek. I sigh and hang my head. I know what she’s going to say, I know she thinks our meeting is in two weeks but it’s not, its next week, and I know she feels responsible for the Spanish Mafia if I don’t take over, which I don’t want to. Most days, I believe that’s the only reason Juan has been in contact. I’m his only heir, and he doesn’t want Phoebe to have that kind of responsibility.

Damian squeezes my arm knowingly, and I sit down with a sigh.

Phoebe continues, “It will be an alliance with the Spanish Mafia.” Basil’s face goes red, but she continues once more, “Good luck trying to find an alliance with someone when everyone knows what Selene gets up to. I know you know all about what she and Alex did.”

He shakes his head. “They were engaged, and would be married now if she hadn’t messed up.”

She snorts. “Messed up? Do you mean lying to you and Alex to get back at him for not giving her his black AMEX? They were still sleeping together after you changed the engagement over to me. I know you’re aware of this, so I don’t know why you’re so shocked that I said ‘fuck it’ and left. Do you really think I want a man who thought it was a good idea to continue to fuck my sister, the sister who tried to sell me for her drug debt? You sent me away because your brother tried the exact same thing, you killed him for it, and yet she does it, and suddenly its okay? We are not close because you were a spineless coward I no longer see as family.” He pales as she turns back toward me, I see the pain in her eyes. I soften mine, knowing she is ready to break. I can see panic in Al’s eyes, too. He’s losing her, and I can’t feel bad for him because he caused it.

“Gentlemen, in the folders before you is proof of Mihai not only trafficking young children for some Cartel members, but also doing it in your territories. He picks the children up in your neighbors, and then hands them over in someone else’s, so if he is caught, you all will get the blame instead. He has organized it so you would be convicted instead of him. Seems he was the mastermind all along. Juan has had men looking into this, and it’s been proven that Christian was just the front man. Mihai was their leader all along.” Every man’s face turns red. “I am here today to gain the votes I need to personally kill the fucker. I should have done it a month ago. What do you all say?” Every man at the table shouts “aye,” including Basil and his most trusted guard, Peter. I furrow my brows when I notice his nearly violet eyes, huh. I shake my head; my girl on my mind as usual.

Phoebe nods, then looks at me. “Ice cream date?” she asks, and I chuckle. She’s finally going to meet Avery. I nod.

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