All Chapters of Bound to the Capo: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

MAKENA Slumping back in my seat, I let out a low groan while clutching my stomach. "Try him again!" the man next to me said to the driver, who shook his head and replied that he had been told Akira would call back. What did Akira do to them, exactly? Why were they all so afraid of him? The landing strip finally came into view, and I asked the driver to stop the car again. If I got on that plane, there would be no turning back. I considered pretending to pass out, but I was scared that might not work; they might still take me. So I opted to stall instead. He opened the door for me, and I sank to my knees, retching. I caught the other man pacing out of the corner of my eye. He tried to persuade me to hold on until we reached the plane, reminding me that we were almost there, but I refused. The sky had begun to darken, and it was clear that the storm was approaching quickly, and the growing threat appeared to make them panic even more. After what seemed like an eternity, I hear

AKIRA Pushing the dining hall doors open, I stepped inside, but my mind came to a halt with no time to adjust my face to that soft, doting expression as the sight that greeted me rendered the act completely unnecessary. Makena wasn’t here. Only my mother, my sister, and my father sat at the long dining table. Their conversation ended the moment I entered. My father and I had been together earlier, but I needed to stop somewhere to let off steam. I had to order my men to bring me that sweet new maid, and I could still feel her lips around my cock. Fuck! I couldn’t get enough of her. My mother looked up and smiled before starting to speak, but I interrupted her and asked where Makena was. She invited me to sit, and I took a seat. I was going to kill those three sons of bitches if they returned without her, if they let me down again. Mom slid my phone towards me. I had forgotten about it and only realized when I needed to make a call. "I had her taken back home," she explain

MAKENA I sighed and plopped onto my bed after kicking off my shoes. It was 4 a.m., and I knew everyone would wake up soon. Getting back, I wasn't sure I'd be able to make it over the wall undetected, but I managed. It was risky, though, and I promised myself I would never do it again. I had no choice this morning; there weren't enough hours left last night. A smile crept onto my face as I thought about Val. Val had finally agreed to move into the apartment after learning about the wolfsbane I took to avoid going to Brindle. I didn't want to tell him because I knew he would feel bad, but he asked again after our conversation, and since I'd decided I wouldn't lie to him, I told him the truth. I told him why I had wolfsbane in my system. He became emotional and begged me to never do it again. I promised I wouldn't, and in exchange, he agreed to move into the apartment. Upon arriving, I was unable to leave him, which was why I had just returned home. I was determined to find a w

MAKENA “Are you coming?” Akira asked curtly, not even looking at me as he pulled out my chair as if it were a chore, snapping me out of my trance, and I sat down without saying anything before he took the seat across from mine. I complimented courteously, "This is very nice," even though I had no idea why, since it was already clear that, even though he had gone out of his way, this date would not be any different from the others. He gave a dismissive nod. “This is the kind of life you’d have had to get used to as my wife.” The words landed like a slap, souring the moment even more, and I thanked the Gods I had no desire to share any more moments with him. And why did he speak as though we weren't getting married anymore? Just then, our first-course meal arrived, and we ate silently. It wasn't unusual, and I preferred the silence over the insults. After the second course, I asked to be excused and went to the ladies' room to check in on Erika. I mind-linked her as soon as I

MAKENA The first thing I felt was pain, a searing pain that shot through my rib cage, followed by another blow that sent me coughing as it stole my breath from me. It was as if fire had replaced my bones, every inch of my body aching from the memory of something so violent as I stirred, and the motion sent a new wave of agony through my limbs. My head throbbed... no, splintered with a cracking pain that pulsed from the back of my skull as if someone had repeatedly driven a blade through it. I tried opening my eyes, but only one responded. The other was too swollen, and everything around me was a blur of black, gold, and crimson as I blinked hard, my vision swimming, until the room gradually took shape. Then I heard him, his deep, harsh voice echoing across the space before something cold hit me. I couldn't hear what he said at first, but it pierced through the fog in my head, bringing me to full awareness. With that, everything came crashing back--the glass slamming, the accus