《Bound to the mafia 》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 69 章

Vindell’s POV I strode toward the van, my pulse hammering against my ribs. The moment I yanked the door open, my heart dropped. There she was. Tied to the bottom of the seat, her wrists bound tightly, her mouth covered with layers of duct tape. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks stained with tears, and her eyes were swollen. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. “Ava…” Her eyelids fluttered at the sound of my voice. The moment she recognized me, her eyes widened. Relief washed over her face, fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. I climbed into the van and crouched beside her. “Hey, hey. I’m here.” My fingers trembled as I carefully peeled the tape from her mouth. She sucked in a painful breath before her lips parted. “Mr. Vindell!” Her voice Laced with happiness. Tears continued streaming down her face. Something inside my chest twisted. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.” I quickly untied the ropes around her wrists and ankles. The moment she was free, she colla

Winston’s POV We both froze. He stood rigidly in the doorway, his hand still wrapped around the doorknob. His eyes darted between Vanessa and me before he quickly stepped outside and locked the door behind him. Vanessa and I pulled apart. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. She hurriedly straightened her dress, smoothing down the fabric before walking toward me. Her hand slid around my waist, and she leaned against me as if nothing had happened. “Why are we stopping?” she asked, her fingers tracing my arm. “It’s not as if it’s news that we’re dating.” “I know.” I gently caught her hands and lowered them. “But this is a business, and we need to at least have some decorum.” I glanced toward the door. “Besides, it must be very important for him to rush in like that.” I straightened my collar. “Send him in.” “Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “It better be important, or someone is getting fired.” She strutted toward the door and unlocked it. A few minutes later, she returned wit

Ava’s POVFive days later, we were back in the city. Our honeymoon had started terribly, but somehow, the remaining days had turned into something I never expected, dreamy.We had sped across the water on a speedboat, the wind whipping my hair across my face as I screamed and laughed at the same time. We rode horses through the community, watched the stars until my neck ached from looking up, and stood together beneath a sunset that painted the sky in shades of orange and pink. We played games. Ate until we could barely move. Danced.And somewhere between all those little moments, something inside me had shifted. Being around Vindell no longer felt like being trapped in a room with a stranger. It felt… familiar.Almost as if I had known him for years. Like we had somehow skipped the awkwardness of getting to know each other and landed somewhere in the middle of a friendship.Maybe that was why, for the first time since this whole mess began, I started wondering if the contract was rea

Ava’s POV The moment I stepped into the living room, my eyes landed on Winston. He was sitting stiffly on the cream-colored sofa, his shoulders tense and his fingers clasped together between his knees. The instant our eyes met, his pupils widened. My steps slowed. Something about the room made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Several men dressed in crisp black suits stood around the living room, their faces completely unreadable. Mr. Michael sat across from Winston, an iron bat resting casually in his hand. Beside him, another man in a grey suit sat with a laptop balanced on his thighs, his fingers moving across the keyboard. Nobody smiled, nobody spoke. The silence was too eerie. I glanced at Vindell. He seemed completely unfazed. He reached for my hand, his fingers closing firmly around mine before guiding me toward one of the sofas. I sat beside him, still taking in the strange arrangement around us. Kate sat a little distance away. Even though the room was cool,

Ava’s POV The door opened. A huge, bald-headed, light-skinned man walked in wearing nothing but a tiny pair of pants. The frame of his penis were oddly visible and protruding from his pant. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, his fitted abs and bulging muscles making him look more like a professional fighter than someone who had been summoned for entertainment. My jaw dropped, so did Katherine’s. Winston’s face went completely blank. I looked around the room. Nobody else seemed surprised. Vindell, Michael, Vincent and the other men looked as though they already knew exactly what was about to happen. The man walked over to Vindell and bowed slightly. “You sent for me, sir?” “Yes.” Vindell gestured toward Winston. “Mr. Laurent needs a little help with entertainment. Can you help him out?” “Sure.” The man turned toward Winston. Winston froze, for one terrifying second, he didn’t move. Then he shot to his feet. “Hey… Mr. Vindell, I don’t think this is right! I’m strai