บททั้งหมดของ Bound To King: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

ALEXANDRO“Emily! Emily!” I shook her but she didn’t wake up.She was fighting in her sleep, struggling and sweating but didn’t come awake. It seemed like shaking her forcefully wasn’t working so I cradled her into my arms, squeezed her into a hug, willing her to stop trembling. Thankfully it worked. She didn’t wake up but she slept more peacefully, I didn’t want to let go of her.Sarah sighed in relief as we both saw that Emily was calm. I wondered why Emily had chosen to ask for her help instead of listening to me. The girl lived in one of the numerous cramped apartments in Paris and from the background check I did on her, she was nobody.Sarah caressed Emily’s hair even while I held Emily and murmured, “I shouldn’t have taught her to swim. She got too comfortable in the water.”The action was too intimate, I didn’t like it. “Who are you? Why did Emily come to you?” I shot at her. I’d have slapped her hand away from Emily’s hair but the action seemed to soon Emily so I let her be. “

EMILY“What’s in this Emily?” Alexandro asked again. I could see he was angry with me.I didn’t tell him. He asked and I had intentionally kept it away from him. I hadn’t trusted him to take care of it. But it wasn’t because I didn’t trust him, it was because I was ashamed. I hated that someone knew me so well and I couldn’t voice the fact that I was being watched.At first, I felt safe in Paris but it seemed like the person had found his way here too. Watching me.“I’m being stalked.” I voiced, making it sound ordinary.“Sexually,” Amelia added and I shot her a look saying shut up.Alexandro froze for a second, then the next he was tearing the envelope open, his face ashen as the pictures fell to the floor along with the letter.I squeezed my eyes shut as he started at the letters, I couldn’t bear to see the look of disgust on his face.Alexandro calmly tucked the pictures back into the envelope and turned to Amelia. “Who is it?” He asked.Amelia looked at him in disbelief, “I want m

EMILYI wasn’t going to accept being rejected. Hell no. I knew just the way to make him change his mind, it was easy when I could see he wanted me too, the bulge in his pants was very noticeable.My hands came up to the buttons of his shirt; he knew what I was about to do even before I touched the first button.“Don’t.” He moved out of the room immediately, and I followed behind. I had three buttons done by the time he turned back. “What are you doing?” He screamed.One side of the wall was glass and his men only had to pass to see me naked. I pulled the shirt over my shoulder and just in time someone passed by. Alexandro pushed me back into the room in an instant. I pulled him along and clicked the door shut, blocking it with my body, then threw the shirt on the floor.I was going to die of embarrassment if he rejected me now.He closed his eyes, willing himself not to look at me. And I smiled, victory was close.I pulled his hand, taking his fingers in between my legs to show him ho

EMILY“Someone grew balls, not enough though, since you still need a mask on your face.” I rasped. I tried to sound bold but my voice sounded hoarse. The only thing I had control over was my facial expression. “And that gun.” I scoffed. “Do you know how to use it?” I placed the bag down and settled on the chair closest to the door. “What do you want?” I asked.“You have a very pretty mother.” He said, ignoring my questions and not minding my taunts. “I heard that you both aren’t on good terms.” He played with Amelia’s hair as he spoke. Then he stopped to remove the rag from her mouth.I recognized it as the kitchen napkin. He came through the kitchen while Amelia must have come through the door. He wasn’t a professional, from his muscles I could see all he had was brawn. He could smash a window open but couldn’t pick locks.I wasn’t afraid of him but I could tell Amelia was, and I couldn’t figure out why. Amelia wasn’t the type to fear.“Mommy here has a confession to make.” The man n

EMILYI was alive.My legs hurt, and so did my chest and head but I felt no excruciating pain that should have come from a gunshot.The room was still again like everyone held their breath.“Emily.” I heard someone call. It was Sarah. I opened my eyes.Russo lay on the floor. He was unmistakenly dead and his brains had been slipped open. I closed my eyes again.Strong arms lifted me. Not sarah’s arms.Alexandro.I opened my eyes again. My head was swimming, so many things happening at the same time. “Where do you hurt?” Alexandro’s voice asked.“He hit me. My head, my legs, my chest. He hit Amelia too. Take care of Amelia.” I rasped. My head was banging. Maybe it was the noise of the gunshot. It could also be from when he smacked my head with the gun. I closed my eyes again.Alexandro’s hand touched my legs and I winced. “I think it’s broken. I’ll take you to the hospital.” Alexandro said moving me outside. “Sarah will take care of Amelia.” I nodded, letting him take care of me.I hea