All Chapters of Bound by Blood II: Chapter 91 - Chapter 97

I watched Bryce intently. It took a minute for everything I said to sink in, but when it did, when that realization flickered in his eyes, I grinned.“You fucking bastard,” he seethed.“You lied to me about the transports. You knew exactly how I felt about the flesh trade, and still you tried to tie my name to yours. I warned you in the beginning. I don’t take betrayal lightly. I give one chance only, and you had your chance.”“We’re talking millions and millions of dollars,” he said, panic settling in his eyes.“We’re talking about people’s lives,” I hissed out. “You’re a sick fucking man, Bryce. It’s all going to crash and burn. I’m going to ruin you so much that you’ll have nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Your friend, Carlos Suarez, won’t be able to help you either. His men are being hunted, eliminated, and he’s finding himself at the end of the line as well.”“Why are you doing this? It’s not just about some women disappearing,” he said.“It’s about honor, really. You tried to ma

Kaelis paced up and down. She couldn’t sit. The cup of take-away coffee Elias had brought her, had grown cold, and it still stood untouched on the table. There had been so much blood. She couldn’t get that image out of her head.She replayed that moment over and over in her head. Saint stepped in front of her. The hollow sound of that gunshot. Saint’s body jerked with the impact. Even shot, he’d pushed her into the car, not thinking about himself. The blood spread across his chest. She clenched her eyes shut.The waiting room was a blur of sterile white and harsh fluorescent light. She twisted her hands together, her knuckles pale. Every sound, the buzz of the vending machine, the shuffle of shoes on linoleum, scraped at her nerves.They’d been waiting for hours, but nobody left. They were all in the waiting room, waiting for news, hoping and praying that Saint made it through. They were all exhausted, and Hudson had tried a few times to take her home. She wouldn’t leave until she’d s

After a week, I was transferred to a regular room, but my restlessness just grew. I wanted to be out there with my men, hunting down the man that gave the order to end my life. I knew it was Bryce, and Navo had found the evidence.“You need to rest, Mr. Vittori,” the nurse admonished me. It was 1 a.m. and I pulled the headphones off.“Just going to finish this movie, then I’ll rest, I promise,” I said.The movie was a live-feed of the men in a warehouse they tracked Bryce to. He’d hired mercenaries to protect him, especially after the fall of Carlos Suarez. I had watched a live feed of his execution. Diego had waited for me to regain consciousness before moving in. I guess I owed him one.“I’ll be back in 30 minutes,” she said.I ignored her and watched in rapt fascination as men scoured the warehouse, the beams from the lights on their rifles bouncing around in the darkness. I listened to bursts of gunfire, screams and my men stepping over dead bodies.It was a realistic version of a

The birth of my son was the absolute best day of my life. Hearing him cry for the very first time brought tears to my eyes, and when I held him, it was a moment of such pure love that I could feel it in my soul. He was my flesh and blood, the heir to the legacy I would leave behind. He would be untouchable.He was the most perfect thing I’d ever seen, and I felt blessed. My path to power had been filled with bloodshed, violence, and betrayal. I’d walk that path a thousand times over if it meant he would never have to. I’d suffer being shot over and over if it meant he would take over the family dynasty in peace. I knew it was wishful thinking. There would always be enemies, but I would slay as many of them as I could before he rose to take over.We flew to Dominic’s country estate for the baptism. It was important to me that he be baptized by Father Tomassino, in the same church I’d been baptized, and Dominic before me. It was a family tradition I didn’t want to let go of.The church