Alle Kapitel von BOUND TO KILL, BOUND TO LOVE : Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Mia’s pov“Is it the witch’s hour already?” I mocked as I put my bag down on the table. Clara walked up to me with steady eyes, firm steps and fake tears in her eyes. “Look Mia I know you have every right to be angry, I just thought I’d stop by and do the right thing..” her tone dropped like she was fighting tears and I just stared at her in disgust. “Finally… My show is on. I haven’t seen this in a while and it was starting to worry me.” I mocked and dropped into the sofa, folding my arms over my chest. “Don’t be difficult Mia, she only wants to apologize.” Jonathan added. I didn’t even bother looking in his direction because of course he’d side with Clara. Everyone does. Because nobody knows how venomous she really is when nobody is watching. But I know her… I see through her games and I never let her fool me. “Mia I’m deeply sorry for what our sister did at the party the other night. It was so uncalled for. I really don’t know what’s come over her of late and I’m trying my bes

Mia’s pov“I didn’t organize any assassins.” I repeated, my voice louder and firmer this time in case Collins didn’t hear me the first time.“Then we should thank whoever did because this is wonderful.” He chimed. My heartbeat tripled at the thought of anything happening to Jonathan; I shouldn’t care about him, but I did.“Collins, now is not the time, okay?” I snapped, hanging up before he got the chance to say anything else.Who could have done this? Why now? Was it my father? My mind was racing with thoughts too much for me to process; I forced myself up from the bed and plunged into the bathroom. I turned the faucet and splattered water over my face.“Calm down, Mia; let’s try to figure this out. I said to myself as I looked into the mirror.But I think I was forgetting to ask myself a very important question: how does a helpless housewife stop a group of assassins from killing her husband? I couldn’t even tell Jonathan because what on earth was I supposed to say to him?Hey hus

Mia’s povI sat in my room, staring at the blank wall in front of me. There was fear in my heart and a part of me wanted to put that bloody gun back into the suitcase and crawl into my bed. But the more I thought about how much more time I could spend with Jonathan as his wife, the more determined I was to protect him from this attack. The clock on the wall ticked slowly and time felt like it didn’t move. But hours soon drifted past and the sky dimmed. I stared at the location on my phone, took a deep breath and walked out of my room slowly. Jonathan’s laughter rippled through the air and at first you’d think he was laughing at me. I shook those discouraging words away from my head and hurried out of the house before anyone spots me. The weather was chill and cold air grazed my cheeks but I kept walking until I arrived at the end of the private road. I hailed a cab and showed him the directions on my phone but instead of letting me into his car, his eyes went back and forth from m

Mia’s povI paced back and forth in my room trying to figure something out, but my mind was blank. I dismantled my gun and put it back into the suitcase before going in for a shower. My stomach grumbled over and over again and I left the room to find something for my stomach. All the staff had retired for the night and the kitchen was empty. But I couldn’t go to bed on an empty stomach. So I turned the kitchen lights on and went into the pantry to find something I could make. As I stared at the ingredients in the pantry, nothing enticed me. I eventually decided on pasta and picked out the things I needed before returning to the kitchen. The last time I made a meal was at my father’s house, but I had the recipe at the tip of my fingers. I quickly got to work while making sure to be as quiet as possible because the last thing I wanted was to attract Jonathan or anyone else into the kitchen. But no matter how much I could control the sounds I made, there was no way I could control

Mia's POV Regardless of the sun burning down on me, I managed to walk to the entrance of the estate where I noticed my account officer’s black sedan parked on the other side of the street. I walked over to it, pulled the car handle, and got into the passenger seat beside him.“Morning.” I muttered as soon as my body touched the chair. “Do you have it?” I asked, refusing to look at him, I still felt a little embarrassed for calling Jonathan’s estate mine like we were a perfect couple.“Yes ma’am, right there.” He replied, pointing in a direction that forced me to look at him and I followed his finger to the huge suitcase that looked as expensive as the money it contained sitting in the backseat.“Great.” I muttered, taking a quick glance at it before shifting my gaze back to the front; my arms folded across my chest. I could feel him staring at the side of my head, wondering when I was going to take my money and get out of this car. But, that was not going to happen.“Look” I began,