All Chapters of BOUND TO KILL, BOUND TO LOVE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mia's POVThe epoxy floors of the De Luca estate looked expensive enough to make you forget the amount of blood that paid for them. I stood in the hallway outside my father's study, counting the seconds until someone remembered I existed. I was at eight minutes, forty-three seconds already which was actually a new record. "Mia." My stepmother's voice cut through the silence, her voice was hoarse and filled with resentment for me for no particular reason. "Your father will see you now."I turned to face Elena De Luca, a woman who'd perfected the art of looking disappointed without having to move a single muscle. "How generous of him, I was starting to think he'd forgotten he had three daughters instead of two.""Don't be dramatic." She walked past me, her eyes rolling in spite, as her expensive perfume filled the air. "It's unbecoming."Right, because being forgotten is so becoming. I followed her into the study, where my father sat behind his desk like a Godfather that was ordered fr

Mia's POVThe wedding dress was all white silk and shit, like I was some virgin maiden instead of a killer coming in wraps like a flipping Christmas gift. Martha had picked it out personally, which meant it was probably cursed or hexed or designed specifically to make me look as uncomfortable as possible."You look beautiful," Clara said from the doorway, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. "Jonathan won't even recognize you."Won't recognize you, of course he wouldn't, because Sophia was dead and buried under surgical maiden."That's the point, isn't it?" I adjusted the veil in the mirror, studying the stranger staring back at me."Do you need something, Clara? Or did you just come to watch me suffer?" I smirked."Can't a sister wish the bride well on her special day?" She walked into the room, without permission wearing that infuriatingly innocent smile. At twenty-one, Clara had perfected the art of looking harmless while holding knives and bombs behind her back."You're not my

Mia’s pov Morning came quickly, almost too fast and it felt like the sun rose first on this part of the world. I freshened up, slid into a sundress and stepped out of the room. “Good morning Mrs. Mysterio..” each staff member I walked past greeted, their heads hanging low. For the first time in my life, I was respected. Even though the respect was still tied to Jonathan. The sweet smell of food grazed my nostrils and I found my way to the dining area. Breakfast was already served and I pulled a chair out for myself. I didn’t bother to ask whether Jonathan would be joining because I knew if he wanted to, he would have been here before me. So I served myself and ate alone… in silence. A part of me slowed down, maybe he’ll have a change of heart and come down for breakfast. But even after I spent almost an hour on scrambled egg and toast, he didn’t show up. The meal was simple and yet sumptuous. I ate to my fill and left the dining area in silence. My phone buzzed again and the

Mia’s povMy ringtone cut through the silence and I quickly picked the phone up knowing it was Collins. “Hey… how are you holding up?” He asked vainly. There was no hint of concern in his voice as he spoke so it didn’t make sense to me that he cared enough to want to know how I was holding up. Especially when he and my father orchestrated all of this. “Not bad. Jonathan isn’t as devious as I thought..” I lied and folded my arms over my chest. There was a pause on the other end and he cleared his throat. “Good. But don’t get too attached because I’m sure you got my message earlier. Your assignment there will soon be over..” he warned and I glanced at the door to make sure it was locked. Then I walked into my bathroom, turned on the faucet and just let the water swallow my voice. “Why the sudden change of plans? What’s going on?” I asked. “You haven’t heard? Jonathan is part of a money laundering scheme. Matter of fact, he’s one of the people instigating it. He has no idea about i

Mia povAs the limo pulled over in the driveway, I helped muskets down because I knew Jonathan wasn’t going too. Usually, he would have darted into his room immediately but when I walked to the front door, he was still standing by it. He lifted his sharp eyes from his phone and scanned my face like he was a robot. “Sorry about today, it didn’t go as planned.” My lips hung open and I just stared at him in absolute shock. “Did you hit your head somewhere, or?” I asked and lifted my hand to his head but he pulled away quickly. “Don’t touch my hair..” he warned and I remembered the first day I ran my fingers through his hair. He loved it when I rubbed his scalp in circular motions… or that’s what he made me believe anyway. “I’m just being polite, that’s all. Tomorrow I’ll show you around so you can get acquainted with the way things are run here..” he ordered and disappeared into the night. I didn’t even get the chance to thank him for standing up for me before he left. Typical Jona