Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound by Blood II: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Have you decided on what to do next?”My jaw ticked and I relaxed the clenched muscle. I decided to ignore his question. “Why the midnight visit from Gage?”“This family spilled a lot of blood to guarantee your generation the freedom you have now. There are no arranged marriages in your future, no official godfather seat up for grabs. To the public eye, we’ve gone legitimate and we’ve kept our noses clean ever since you were born.”“I’m aware,” I said. I was raised knowing exactly who and what we were. I knew how we made money, the tactics we used and the connections we had. I doubted another family was as powerful as ours were. The Vittori’s, the Volkov’s and Makolli’s were ruthless, and none of us minded spilling blood, not even me.“Your sister wants to expand her horizons and go to University,” Dominic said. It was said with a tinge of sadness. My twin had been stillborn and Honor had been a miracle after doctors told my mother she wouldn’t be able to conceive again. For that rea

I was sitting behind my desk in my bedroom a week later when Wilder flung my door open and draped himself over my bed. His head was hanging off one side, making him look at me upside down. “You remain a beautiful man, Saint, no matter which angle I observe you from.”I snorted. “Are you drunk already?”“Sadly, no,” he said.“What’s going through that demented head of yours?”Wilder sighed and shifted to his stomach, resting his head on his hands. “Are they giving us complete freedom in Briarwood?”“From what Dominic said, I believe so.”“Are you looking at houses with basements?”I chuckled. “Yes. What if we need space for storage?”“Storage. I like that,” Wilder said, and huffed out a laugh. “Well, I’m just thinking if we’re going there to make our own mark on the world, we don’t need any interference from them. It won’t work if they stick their noses into our business.”“Then I’ll make that a stipulation when we have further discussions. From what Dominic said, our fathers all think

Three months laterI walked into the bar and looked around. The smell of beer, sweat and sex hung in the air, altogether not an unpleasant smell for a bar. The men all wore jeans, T-shirts, and the trademark leather cuts over it. Badges and ranks revealed some of the members to me and I didn’t feel too out of place with my darkwash jeans and the plain, fitted long-sleeved shirt I was wearing. My boots were unscuffed and the watch on my wrist screamed money, maybe the arrogance in my eyes did too.The man I was looking for was seated at the bar and our eyes met in the mirror. His gaze held amusement and I knew he wasn’t going to make this easy for me. The bartender had already given me a look that said, ‘Are you sure you’re in the right fucking place?’I sat down on the barstool, keeping one chair open between me and the large man. I could feel eyes on me, people sizing me up as a spoiled rich kid and thinking I was easy pickings. It made me grin as the bartender headed toward me.“Wha

Saint Vittori. He was every young woman’s wet dream. Demetria had seen pictures before the formal dinner. His family was elusive, keeping their lives private, and there wasn’t much she could find out from social media. He was coming to Briarwood and she knew that given half a chance, she’d make sure she ended up with him. It would be the society wedding of the year. They would be a dynamic power couple with her background and his wealth. There wouldn’t be a door that wouldn’t open for them.At first glance, he seemed bored, aloof mostly. He was tall and imposing. She could feel the power radiating off him. She was sure he was just playing it cool.“Mr. Vittori, I’d like to introduce my daughter, Demetria,” her father, Bryce Winthorpe, said.A ghost of a smile was on his lips and when he looked into her eyes, her breath hitched. “Call me Saint, please.”His hand was warm, not clammy or sweaty, just warm. For a moment she wasn’t sure what to say. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”She was i

While the others went to class, I spent my days doing research and driving around Briarwood, getting to know the town, the back roads, and dividing the town up into grids. My office in the house had maps pinned to the wall, places marked out with thumb tacks, and notes stuck to the board.Hamil sent me financial records, details on the owners and I worked through Wrath’s list that he’d given me. I held interviews and hired a cook and housekeeper. They’d been vetted by Austin and every afternoon when they left, Wilder and I swept the house to check for listening devices. We never talked business when they were in the house and I wasn’t taking any chances.My finger hovered over Demetria’s name and I finally hit the call button when my dick let me know it was a good idea. The truth of the matter was that it was a good idea to see if I was compatible with Demetria. She could bring a lot to the table in an arranged marriage and until that happened, I’d have a permanent hook-up. It could b