All Chapters of Bound By Blood: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

My footsteps reverberated throughout the quiet hall as I ran my fingers over the cold iron railing. I had trembling fingers. The lavender scent of the air was a far cry from the fear that was rising inside of me. Important always meant terrible in my household when my father called me to his office—he never called unless absolutely necessary. I had a feeling something wasn't right.The last time I was called, it was to let me know that my older brother, Dante, was being sent to America. And just like that, he was gone. I haven't seen him since.Then it was my turn.My heart hammered so loudly that I could barely hear my own thoughts as I stared at the heavy oak door. I was aware in my heart that I had no idea what was waiting for me on the other side, but I had a gut feeling that something negative was there. I prepared myself and knocked, barely creating a sound that was more than a whisper in the silence.The cold, commanding voice inside said, "Entra."I swung and shoved the door o

As requested, I spent the night in Ricci's residence.I didn't get any sleep.Not even a second.One of the anonymous men in black suits led me to a guest room after I left the study, but the term "guest room" seemed a joke. It resembled a prison cell more than anything else, complete with polished wood and silk blankets. I remained there for what seemed like hours, gazing out the window into the wide, icy blackness outside the estate walls, as the door clicked shut behind me.The sensation of his eyes on me persisted. Leonardo had already gauged my value based on the way he had regarded me. As if I were a piece in whatever perverse game he was engaged in.Perhaps I was.I was startled out of my reverie by a knock on the door. I whirled, anticipating one of Leonardo's goons, or worse, Leonardo himself, and my heart jumped into my throat. But it was a woman when the door opened. Her dark hair had silver strands, and her eyes were keen and perceptive; she was older, perhaps in her fifti

I could feel the weight of it all as soon as I entered the restaurant. The sound of glasses clinking and soft conversation blended with the aroma of roasted garlic and herbs. It was meant to be familiar and reassuring. But it felt like a prison tonight. The shiver that was creeping up my spine was too strong for the cozy glow of the candlelight.I saw Leonardo already seated at the table with my father. Wearing his typical fitted suit, my father appeared very relaxed, as though this were just another informal family meal. He took a slow, peaceful sip of his wine. However, Leonardo was another matter.He sat there like a king on his throne, exuding power in every subtle movement. He didn’t have to say a word, but his presence alone commanded the room. The waiters even appeared to be more careful around him, as if they were worried about taking a wrong step. The whole place seemed to give way to his will. With every step becoming more difficult, I forced myself to move in the direction