Page 33 of Bound For You

He sighs and rubs a hand through his hair. “Avery, please, your moth...”

I don’t let him finish, how dare he? I growl, “I don’t care about your excuses. I am practically your twin, and you have the nerve to deny your own daughter so she gets dragged into foster care? Get out before I throw you out, you’re not welcome here.” I look at him with cold eyes and he looks at me sadly.

He murmurs, “I’m not giving up. You are my daughter, I see it now. We will talk.” He picks up his cup of coffee and drops a $50 on the counter, and turns to leave.

I reply coldly, “My father died seven years ago. Have a good day, sir.”

He tenses and walks out while saying, “Your biological father is still around and will get to know his daughter.” I grab his money and take out the change for the coffee he bought, and shove it in the children’s hospital fund.

Fuck my life!

seventeen

Sergi – Two Weeks Later

I sigh,rubbing the heels of my hands against my eyes. I barely sleep, so I’m fucking tired. I take a swig from my glass of Vodka. Two weeks, that’s how long I’ve gone without Avery, and it’s killing me. Waking up the next morning to Al reminding me what I did, what I fucking said to her, what I threatened…. I shake my head and look back at my computer. I’m at the office, trying to do my work, but the words are blurring as I’m trying to find Vasiliki. Phoebe is still not awake, though its looking more and more unlikely that she will. Basil is trying to get power of attorney so he can shut off her ventilator, but I’m fighting it or trying to with the help of Dimitri, and shockingly, Juan. I haven’t officially talked to him yet; if he’s in a room I ignore him. I know I owe him a meeting but right now, I can’t. My mind goes back to Avery again and the events that led to her running from me, my heart tearing in half every time I punish myself with the memories. I wanted a little bit of space, and instead I pushed her away completely.

I walk into Phoebe’s hospital room and see Al sitting next to her, staring at her with heartbreak on his face. I clear my throat. I’ve had a few to drink. Al turns toward me and notices the bottle in my right hand. I offer it to him, and he takes a swig.

I ask, “Fancy coming to kill some more Romanians?”

He smirks, gets up and kisses Phoebe’s forehead, and whispers, “I’ll be back soon, my love. Got some more pests to get rid of for you.” Then he turns and walks toward the door.

I go to Phoebe and kiss her head. “We’ll get them all, Phoebe Pie, I promise.” Then we head out.

A few weeks ago, she was rushed into surgery again with internal bleeding. We’ve been hunting the bastards for revenge ever since.

An hour later, we arrive in Brooklyn, at a dingy house where five Romanians are hiding out. Al and I look at each other and smirk, and we get out and head into the house. We’re not quiet as we let ourselves in. All of them are sitting around in the dirty living area, needles and cigarette butts litter the floor, bottles everywhere, there are a couple of whores making out together, and some on their knees, blowing the pests tiny cocks. I laugh silently, then walk up to one that’s getting sucked off. I grab his hair and yank his head back, slicing him from ear to ear with a smile on my face. The dirty whore starts to scream so I grab my gun with my other hand, and shoot her between her eyes. Everyone freezes.

I say coldly, “Payback for the shit your boss did to my cousin.”

Then I shoot the two women who are making out. Can’t leave any witnesses and all that. Blood splatters all over me but I don’t give a fuck. Al shoots the other fucker who was being sucked off, then shoots the woman, and I shoot two more men while Al shoots the last one.

I smirk and spit on their remains. “Rot in hell, bastards.”

Then we walk out, and Al sets the house alight. As soon as we get to the car, I grab the whiskey bottle and start chugging it, loving the burn. Al drives us back to my place. I made sure to change the code so Avery can’t show up unannounced now that I’ve made her my call-girl. I can’t offer her anymore, but I also can’t let her go; I’m a selfish dick.

When we get to my building, he parks in the underground parking, and we head to the elevator. We don’t say anything, there’s nothing to say, but as soon as the doors open my body vibrates with anger. I fucking told her I would contact her when I need her, she has no fucking right to show up here.

I hear Alexandr mutter, “Fuck” and he clears his throat.

I scowl and sneer, “What are you doing here, Avery? I told you I’d come to your place when I want to see you.” Her eyes fill with tears, but my anger is too far gone to give a fuck.

She rasps, “Who’s blood is that, Sergi?” Alexandr stiffens beside me, knowing I’m digging a big hole. I don’t like that she’s now seen us covered in blood twice. I chuckle darkly, all my senses are gone with the booze and blood lust. How fucking dense is she?

“How thickareyou? Months we’ve been fucking, and not once did you pick up on my day job?”

Alexandr clears his throat. “Serg.”

But before he can stop the wreck I’m causing, I unload everything about my connection to the mafia and bratva. I smirk as she shakes her head, her eyes full of pain that I can’t seem to register. Alexandr squeezes my shoulder, but I just shrug him off and state, “Don’t like it, then you know where the door is. You’re not the only woman in New York that I can fuck regularly, which seems to be the only good thing about you these days.”

Her tears fall, heartbroken, but again I can’t seem to give a fuck. Instead, I stare at her coldly, too pissed she’s even at my door to register my major fuck up. She goes to rush past me, but I grab her arm tightly, not giving a shit if I bruise her.

Pulling her close, I sneer, “Tell anyone what you saw, and you’ll end up like those bastards, and will be joining your adoptive parents.” She shoves me and I stumble as she curses, then runs away like a little bitch. Al shouts her name but she keeps going and I chuckle. I honestly don’t think I’ve ever heard her swear before. Al turns toward me and punches me in the face. I go down, blacking out.

The next morning, Al was still with me. I had a shiner and a vague memory that fully returned when he filled it the blanks. I ended up roaring out in pain and destroying my home, smashing all the pictures of myself and Avery, pissed at her for being here in the first place, and pissed at myself for most likely losing my girl. She hasn’t contacted me since ,but I don’t know what I expected. I lied to her, pulled away from her, and made her my whore, all before I threatened to kill her.

Sofia replaced all the photo frames, and the Volkov’s cleaned my place up, but I’ve been even more empty inside.

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