Page 14 of Bound to the Crime Lord

“Yes!” she screamed into the thick silence of the room. “Harder! More!”

“Argh!” I groaned. My thrusts became more forceful, and my body dampened from the sweat that leaked from my pores. “Fuck her with your mouth.”

Linda did as I told her. She covered Michelle's clit with her mouth and sucked her hard. Michelle joined the chorus of moans before she grabbed onto the back of Linda’s head.

My phone buzzed again, and this time instead of ignoring it, I reached for it while I was still fucking Linda from behind. I made sure not to break my rhythm. The end was almost in sight, and the cliff’s edge drew closer and closer.

I opened my phone, and just like that, all desire to fuck Linda until she screamed faded. My movements stopped and I pulled out of her pussy with lightning speed.

“What the hell?” Linda whined but I was already putting on my trousers. “Manuel?”

Her voice was nothing but background noise. Rodrigo’s message was the only thing at the forefront of my mind. Before I was even out of the door, I was already calling him.

Rodrigo:There was a shootout. Juliette is alright, but she’s shaken up.

He answered me after one ring.

“Where is she?”

“The compound, Boss. We have the doctor looking at her now.”

“Stay with her and find out who the fuck is behind this.” I cut the call and made my way out of the brothel towards my car.

I had a thrust for blood and whoever was behind this was going to lay dearly with their life.

Between getting into my car and then coming to the gates of my compound a good twenty minutes from the city, I could not remember it clearly. All I kept thinking was whether she was okay or not.

A fucking shootout.

I walked through the large double doors that led into the foyer. Rigo was already in the center, waiting to greet me.

“Where is she?”

“She’s in the kitchen, Boss. The doctor looked her over and?—”

I was already storming toward the kitchen. My strides were so large and quick that Rigo had to jog a little to catch up with me.

“She has no concussion, but she is still in shock from all that happened.”

I came to a pause by the archway that opened up to the kitchen. My eyes found her almost instantly.

The tightness in my chest eased when I saw her sitting by the kitchen island with a cup of tea in hand. She had a blanket thrown over her shoulders and her eyes were hard set on the marble in front of her.

I closed the distance between us and grabbed her face, forcing her to look me in the eyes. The usual rainstorm she carried in them was no longer there. Instead, all I could see was this blank stare in her eyes. Her cheeks were pale, and her entire face looked like she had pushed herself through hell and back.

“Juliette,” I called her name, but she just stared up at me with that blank look of hers. It was as if her body were here but her mind was elsewhere. “Hey, Juliette, I need you to say something so I know you’re okay.”

I had grown up to the sound of gunfire and blood. The moment I took my first breath I had more enemies than I could count on two hands. Being shot at was nothing new to me. I had a gun pointed at me more times in one month than a politician had scandals in a whole year.

But she was not me. She didn’t grow up in this kind of life. Where I caused blood to spill, she mopped it up. What she had witnessed tonight had likely rocked her to the core.

“Juliette.” I brushed my thumb against her cheek. “Can you hear me?”

She blinked, her eyes connecting with mine slowly. Awareness came back to those depth-filled eyes of hers. She blinked again.

“Manuel?” Her voice was only but a faint whisper.

“Yes,amor. Are you okay?”

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