All Chapters of Bound by Blood II: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Oh shit,” Arya said, when Saint walked into the house with Grim following behind him.Honor’s eyes widened and Wilder’s gaze roamed over them. Grim put his bag down just outside the living room and crossed his arms over his chest.“This is James Knight, people call him Grim, and he’ll be staying for a few days.”“Hi,” James said, his eyes on Honor.“This is Wilder, Hudson’s son,” Saint said. “You’ve met Arya.”“I met your dad a few times,” Grim said and Wilder grinned.“Fucker gets around,” Wilder said as he gripped James’ hand and shook it.“Honor, why don’t you show James up to a room. I’m sure you have a lot to discuss.”She looked at her brother for a few seconds and sighed. “How did you find out?”“We’ll talk later. Dad knows too, he already spoke to James.” Her eyes widened slightly, but she showed no fear. Grim picked up his bag again and followed Honor from the living room and up the stairs.She could feel his gaze on her and her palms felt sweaty. “Your room is fine.”She gl

The large SUVs pulled to a stop in front of the house and I took a deep breath. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous. My father was an imposing man, and even though he’d never lifted his hand in anger toward me, I knew that this time I deserved anything and everything he did to me. Honor was my responsibility and I hadn’t even known she wasn’t in Briarwood.I opened the front door and stepped out onto the large porch. Dominic took his sunglasses off and gave me a stoic look. The whole extended family was there. My face broke out into a smile when I saw my mother.“Welcome to Briarwood, Father,” I said and stuck my hand out. Dominic gripped it and pulled me into a hug.“You couldn’t get a house that blends in?”“Not one that was big enough,” I said and grinned.James stepped forward and looked Dominic in the eye. “Mr. Vittori. James Knight.”“At least Honor has something to look at,” Hudson said. James grinned and I shook my head.“Let’s not stand outside like peasants. James and I

After my family left Briarwood I thought about what Dominic said. I didn’t love Demetria, some days I didn’t even like her very much. Our alliance could be a powerful one, but could I really marry a woman like her and live my life with her? The thought made me recoil and I knew he was right. I had to find a way to cut her loose without losing her father’s influence.Detective Harrison had given me a thick folder on the man. He was into some heavy shit, some good and some not so good. He had interests everywhere, from the family man image the public saw to a vested interest in pharmaceuticals, behind the scenes though, the man was as dirty as they came. There were rumors of flesh trade and orchestrated trafficking, something that we didn’t condone at all. I still needed the man to introduce me to the high rollers and that was the only reason I was still playing nice with Demetria.I was at an age where, if my father was still part of la famiglia, I’d be building up my empire with legit

Wilder: We’re ordering dinner. Do you want anything?Saint: No. I’ll grab something.Wilder: What are you doing at a diner on the other side of the campus?Saint: How the fuck do you know where I am?Wilder: I have spyware on your phone. Everyone’s phones after that night Arya and Honor went biker hopping.Saint: Don’t say biker hopping.Wilder: Well, Honor did hop a biker.Saint: I’m working on these contracts in peace and quiet. We’ll have a conversation about this spyware later.Wilder: Don’t act all surprised, SV. You’re just pissed you didn’t think of it.Saint: Fair point, I’ll give you that. I’ll be back later.Wilder: Fine, we’re watching a movie now. I think she’s planning on killing me in my sleep.Saint: Why? Did she catch you jerking off to her underwear?Wilder: Ha ha. No. She’s being nice to me.Saint: Run to the bathroom and lock the door.Wilder: Fuck you too, SV, I’ll take my chances.I put my phone away and read the same sentence again. Her presence was disturbing me

Saint stayed until it was time to close the diner. She locked the door and headed back to his table with the coffee pot and an extra cup for herself. She slid into the booth and sat opposite him. The way he looked at her made her feel like she mattered, like she was the only thing he saw.“I hope this doesn’t count as our coffee date,” he said.She smiled and filled their cups. “Are you dangerous?”“Not to you,” he said and folded his arms on the table.“Did you shoot some guy in the foot?” She had no idea where her bravery came from, but she didn’t feel threatened by him or afraid. It was just the opposite. She felt safe with him and that in itself was a foreign concept for her. She’d never felt safe with a man before.“Not me personally, but I was there.” He huffed out a laugh and sighed. “Let me make an assumption here and say that those football players only told you I was dangerous and to watch out for me, but failed to tell you the whole story of why their friend was shot in the