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BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT Chapter 33
Bro, if anyone ever tells you that sneaking into an enemy mob warehouse for a "quick data heist" is a good idea, please do me a favor and punch them right in the face. Because standing inside a glass-walled office suspended above a dark warehouse while heavily armed Italian mafia soldiers shouted death threats through megaphones? Not my vibe. Zero out of ten stars. Would not recommend. *"Come down with your hands on your head, or we burn this whole damn building to the ground!"* the megaphone voice echoed again, rattling the glass partitions right next to my head. The blinding white floodlights from below were cutting straight through the windows, making the tiny office feel like an interrogation room on death row. I looked at Viktor. Viktor looked at Davis. Davis looked like he was mentally drafting his last will and testament. "Alright, update," I whispered, my voice shaking so hard I could barely form the syllables. I was frantically mashing my hand against the USB port, yank
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT Chapter 32
Let me tell you something about breaking into a high-security mob warehouse in Astoria.It's not like the movies. There's no cool theme music playing, nobody is doing backflips over laser grids, and you definitely don't look cute doing it.By the time Davis pulled the armored SUV into a pitch-black alley off 20th Avenue, I was sweating through my brand-new black tactical jacket, questioning every single life choice that brought me here."Alright, listen up," Viktor whispered from the front passenger seat, turning around to face me and Davis in the back. His voice was all business. "We are not here to start a war today. We are in, we download the shipping manifests from their local terminal, and we are out before Rossi’s guys finish playing with your stepmother across town.""Copy that," Davis muttered, checking the clip of his Glock with a sharp *click*.I crossed my arms over my chest, leaning back against the leather seat."And what if we run into a welcoming committee?"I raised a
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT Chapter 31
You know what’s hilarious? In trashy romance books or movies, the second a girl saves the billionaire mob boss's life by getting all bloody in the backseat of a car, what happens? He wakes up, looks at her with these big, soulful eyes, and whispers some cheesy crap about how she changed his cold, dead heart. Yeah. Total fiction. Zero percent chance that was happening with Alexander Vance. Because the next morning, when I finally got word that he was awake—sedated out of his mind and looking like absolute death on a medical cot—did he send me a sweet little text? Did he say thank you for literally keeping his blood inside his body? Lol. Absolutely not. Instead, Viktor handed me a heavy, encrypted tablet with a list of rules and security protocols that looked like a federal indictment. "The boss is conscious, but he's resting," Viktor told me, standing by the kitchen island in my suite like an overprotective gargoyle. "He reviewed the morning security log. He specifically asked if
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT Chapter 30
I don't think people talk enough about the smell of blood. Like, they show it in movies all the time. The dramatic red stains, the tragic music, the hero coughing dramatically. But nobody warns you about the smell. It’s this sharp, heavy, dirty penny scent that literally coats the inside of your nose and throat. Standing there in that freezing underground parking garage, shivering in just my thin white t-shirt, all I could smell was copper. Viktor was still looking at me. His massive frame was completely still, his dark eyes reading my face like I was a bomb about to go off. "I saved him," I whispered, my voice sounding super far away. "You did," Viktor rumbled, his tone softer than I had ever heard it. "You kept the pressure on the artery. Without you, he would have coded in the Midtown Tunnel." I looked down at my hands. They were completely coated in drying, sticky maroon flakes. It was under my fingernails. It was smeared up my forearms. My brain tried to process it, but th
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT Chapter 29
You know when people in movies do some crazy, high-adrenaline stuff, and then cut to the next scene where they’re casually sipping coffee at a diner? Yeah, that’s absolute garbage. Complete fiction. Because the second I slammed that heavy, bulletproof SUV door shut behind me, the adrenaline crashed so hard I thought my skeleton was going to collapse. My hands were shaking violently. My teeth were actually chattering like it was twenty degrees below zero, even though Davis had the heat blasting in the car. I had to physically shove my hands deep into my hoodie pockets and sit on them just to keep from vibrating out of the leather seat. I stared out the tinted window as Davis peeled away from the curb, leaving Beatrice's tacky beige McMansion in the rearview mirror. My brain was doing backflips. I just watched a mafia don recruit my stepmother to be a double agent. I was literally an accessory to whatever dark web, underworld extortion just went down in that foyer. And the wildest
BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT Chapter 28
My ears were ringing so loud I couldn't even process the sound of the door actually shattering. Wood chips and drywall dust rained down over the ugly beige tiles of Beatrice’s foyer. For a hot second, nobody moved. The whole McMansion was holding its breath. Then the screaming started. "I have a panic button! The alarm company is calling the police right now!" Beatrice came scrambling around the corner of her grand staircase. She was wearing this hideous hot pink silk robe with feathered sleeves, looking like a clearance-rack flamingo. Her blonde hair was wrapped up in those expensive salon foils she’d spend my dad's money on. She took one look at her destroyed front door, then at Alexander standing there in his black wool coat like the actual grim reaper, and she just froze. Her brain totally short-circuited. You could see the exact moment her eyes shifted past the bleeding billionaire mob boss and landed on me. "Elena?" she gasped. Her jaw basically hit the floor.
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