All Chapters of Bound By a Promise: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Summer in the Ozark MountainsDanteThe door to my bedroom suite opened without the benefit of a knock. Under normal circumstances, I would have my gun pointed at the intruder. Tonight wasn’t normal circumstances. It was the eve of my only brother’s wedding. Dario was the person entering my suite. Shooting the future groom wouldn’t be a great way to begin the festivities. Instead, I lifted the decanter of bourbon I’d procured from our father’s supply on the first floor of this mansion. Our father wouldn’t miss the Blanton’s Silver Edition Single Barrel, not with the ample supply of liquor at his fingertips.“You missed your rehearsal dinner,” I said with an upward twitch of my lips. “I was beginning to think you’d miss this rambunctious bachelor party.”Dario hummed as he looked around the living area of my suite, empty of people other than us. “My kind of party.”“You never did know how to have fun.” Standing, I walked the decanter to the makeshift bar and poured two fingers of the a

CamilaMiguel stayed omnipresent as I threw random clothes and belongings into a suitcase. Although the men had said we were safe, I couldn’t help noticing the way my bodyguard was on ultra-high alert.Tension caused my stomach to twist and goose bumps to dot my skin as we left my bedroom. Armed cartel guards stood outside my father’s office door and still others could be seen over the banister down below in the foyer. From the hallway to my room, the roar of angry voices cursing in two languages came from Papá’s office.Moments before we reached the staircase, the office door flew open. My breath caught with surprise as Dante, Dario Luciano’s brother, appeared. His dark hair lay in waves. A gray t-shirt covered his wide chest. Muscles and tendons showed in his biceps. Instead of the suit he’d worn during Aléjandro’s wedding, his long legs were covered by faded blue jeans. As incredible of a specimen he was to behold, it was his expression that held my attention and increased my uneas

DanteOne deep breath was all it would take to bring my body in contact with Camila. My new favorite scent, that of cinnamon, was already invading my senses. While I’d done my best to keep my distance on the plane, now she was close enough that I could inhale her scent, sweet and cinnamon with the tempting aroma of innocence. Dario would say my thoughts were inappropriate. They were, and if I lingered in this position much longer, they would become even more inappropriate. The issue was that ever since I first heard of the invasion, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Camila was my first thought. Her safety. Her youth. Her beauty. Her standing within the cartel. I’d seen too many injustices in all my years on earth to not understand the horrible fate that could have awaited her.My thoughts went back to hours earlier.Throwing on a pair of blue jeans and t-shirt, I hurried to my rental car and sped through the dark San Diego streets until I reached the Ruizes’ home. By the time I arri

CamilaClosing my eyes, I concentrated on Cat and Dario’s conversation.“How long do you plan to keep us under lock and key?”“This isn’t a prison sentence. Things have been…” His voice trailed off.“I understand. It’s that while Mama won’t complain; Camila—”My skin bristled at the mention of my name.“I don’t know how long,” Dario interrupted. “My number one concern is that you’re safe—they’re safe. You and your family are the center of this alliance.”“The alliance,” Catalina replied, “is with el Patrόn, not my family.”“We’re all involved.”“You don’t need to worry about Mia out on the Bella.” My sister’s voice softened. “She’s safe.”“I’m not worried about Mia; I’m worried about the alliance.” Dario’s volume increased. “I’m worried about you. The Russians attacked two targets, two targets in San Diego with an affiliation with this famiglia. It’s a rational concern to worry that they will try to attack here.”“What about Jasmine?”Dario’s tone changed, sounding even more protectiv

Dante“Have you had enough of your first kiss?”She shook her head. “No, I like it.”Definitely not a little girl.I ran the pad of my thumb over her swollen lips. “You like it?” I asked with a grin.Camila nodded. “I’m afraid this isn’t real, and I’ll wake up.”I knew how she felt. If this was a dream, I didn’t want it to fucking end.Lowering my face, I brought our lips back together. The ferocity was still there, but I slowed, savoring her sweetness as my hips ground against her. Soon she was pressing back, bouncing to my rhythm. Her breaths came quicker as whimpers filled my ears.I imagined pushing her panties to the side and slipping a finger or two into her virgin core. My thoughts swelled in proportion to my cock as I fantasized about how tight she would be. I was a grown-ass man dry-humping like a fucking teenager, and it could possibly be the best sex I’d ever had.“Oh,” she called out, her fingernails digging into my shoulders.“That’s it, ride it out, beautiful.”Camila pr