All Chapters of BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE’S CONTRACT : Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

Chapter 71Viktor didn't waste time being gentle. He grabbed me by the back of my oversized hoodie, yanked me straight out of the elevator, and practically threw me against the hallway wall. My head bounced off the drywall, making bright little yellow stars dance across my vision."Check her!" Alexander barked, his voice raw, taking a heavy, painful step forward. He had to lean half his weight against the stainless steel IV pole just to keep his knees from buckling. The white gauze wrapped around his bare ribs was turning darker red by the second.Viktor’s massive, calloused hands slammed against my sides, patting down my chest, my waist, and digging deep into my hoodie pockets. He shoved his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants, turning them inside out, then dropped to one knee and practically ripped my wet socks off my feet.Nothing."She’s clean, boss," Viktor grunted, standing up and wiping his sweaty forehead with his sleeve. "No drive. No hardware. Nothing."Alexander’s j

My stomach did absolute gymnastics the second Viktor shoved the heavy double doors of the east wing wide open.The room was massive. Fancy cream-colored furniture, dark hardwood floors, windows stretching all the way up to the ceiling. But none of that made it a home. Two guys in black tactical vests sat on folding chairs right outside, sidearms strapped to their thighs, watching my every breath.I dropped onto the edge of an oversized velvet couch, pulling my knees straight into my oversized hoodie.My knuckles were still stained brown from the dried blood under my nails. Every time I looked at the dark window glass, rain slapped the panes like tiny pebbles thrown from the yard.Around two in the morning, the door lock clicked.I shot up, my heart hammering a chaotic beat against my ribs.Viktor stepped in first, his giant shoulders filling the frame. Right behind him came Alexander.He looked terrible. His black dress shirt hung completely unbuttoned over his broad shoulders. The wh

Three in the morning. Alexander was dead to the world on the massive king-sized bed, his breathing heavy and even, fueled by fever and high-dose painkillers. The red stain on his side hadn't spread any further, but he wasn't waking up anytime soon. I sat on the floor, staring at his sleeping face. We're going to pick up my nephew. The words echoed inside my head like a firing squad. If Alexander got his hands on Leo, my baby boy would be sucked into this bloody mafia nightmare forever. I couldn't let that happen. I would rather die on the pavement than watch Alexander turn four-year-old Leo into a weapon for the Vance empire. I slipped my sneakers on, tying the laces in double knots. I didn't take a bag. I didn't grab a coat. Just the clothes on my back and the fifty bucks shoved in the lining of my hoodie. I crept across the dark hardwood floor, stepping around the silver washbowl on the nightstand. Alexander did

The clock on the SUV’s digital dashboard read 5:31 AM.The sky over Staten Island wasn’t even blue yet. It was a bruised, ugly grey, slick with a misting drizzle that turned the black leather seats of the armored suburban freezing cold.I pressed my knees together, trying to stop my legs from shaking. My jeans were still damp around the cuffs from the gravel in the driveway where Alexander’s guards had shoved me into the back seat. My heart knocked against my ribs in a heavy, uneven thud that made my throat feel dry as dust.Beside me, Alexander sat in total silence.He didn’t look like a man who had taken a bullet graze across his ribs less than forty-eight hours ago. He wore a heavy black wool overcoat over a dark grey tailored suit, his broad shoulders filling out his side of the leather bench. The sharp, bitter scent of clean rain, expensive cologne, and fresh antiseptic clung to his skin.His face was carved out of cold granite. His jaw was set so tight