All Chapters of Bound by deception : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The club is a beast. I feel the pulse of music pulsing against my flesh. Neon lights vibrate with a heart rhythm, emitting red, blue, and violet light. In a fast-paced manner, the crowd moves swiftly as their bodies approach, sweat and fragrance blend together to produce eerie feelings. I move fast. I shouldn't be here. I don't belong here. The words spoken by Ethan linger in my thoughts. Your ability to earn Elias' trust will be assured by you. You're going to betray him when it's necessary. My stomach knots. Then I see him. Elias Carter. Confident, he's dressed in the VIP area with a swirl of whiskey on his wrist. He's keeping a close eye on the room with the sharp, unassuming arrogance of someone who has all his possessions. He hasn't seen me yet. Good. I go to the bar, where I order a drink that I won't touch. I wrap my hands around the glass, feeling a sense of grounding in its warmth.' I need a plan. I need—. It was unexpected to see you in this location. The voice

My ribs are penetrated by the cold metal of the gun, but it's Elias holding me back. His fingers restrain my wrist—steadfast, unwavering.’ Too tight to break free. Ethan is still sitting in a serene manner across from us. Despite their weapons training, his men remain stationary. They wait. Because Ethan Sinclair doesn't react. He calculates. “You wouldn’t believe what you were.” Ethan’s voice is raspy and rasping, as if he was speaking about the weather. Elias lets out a low chuckle and then smiles. “That's not the case here.” He pulls me closer as he goes, until his breath begins to sting against his skin. "I am sure of what she'll be like, Sinclair.”. I feel a cold pulse running down my spine. Ethan's face remains unchanged, but the gentle hump in his jaw still fills me with it. “You have no intention of doing this,” Ethan confesses. Elias tilts his head, considering. Following that, he places the gun further into my body above my ribs. "I say yes," astonishedly. He nodded

Ethan lets go of me. The air changes, suffocating with pressure, like an invisible weight. I gaze at him, my heart beating against my chest.. My body is unresponsive, uncertain of what I just heard. "What the hell am I doing here?" asked me. Ethan doesn't look at me. His gaze remains fixed on Elias, imperceptible and unwavering. He has no hesitation in defending his position and there is no indication of regret as his hands slip into his pockets, as if this was just a business transaction. It makes me feel a chill. "Take her," he asserts, with a composed tone. Too calm. As Elias laugh and smiles, the sound pierces my flesh like the weight of a knife. He nods and two of his men come forward, their presence obscuring my view. ". Everything inside me screams. No. This isn't happening. I take a moment to relax before the alley, but there's no way out. Black SUVs blocking the only exit and the men standing guard overshadow the walls on either side. The security team of Ethan rem

No sound can be heard from the underground parking garage, except for the low hum of nearby vehicles. My spine is shaken as a cold breeze travels through the air.'". I barely notice it. Ethan is my sole focus. His entire body goes still. His jaw muscles flex, and for a moment his grip on my wrist snaps. Still, he remains attached to it. The frigid and sane eyes flicker backwards as they hold out for an immobile call. Ethan snatches it without hesitation. He has a sharp, clipped voice. What the hell is going on? The guard doesn't answer. Nodding away from the phone, he does it instead. The sound is made louder by Ethan touching it. A pause. The other end is murmuring in a low voice.?... Ethan ejects through his nostrils with a sharp sound. He tense his fingers while talking to the phone. "I'll take care of it.". After that, he puts the device in his pocket and heads towards me. The tone of his voice is illegible, but his gaze has been altered. I see it. The flicker of someth

“Who?”. I can barely contain myself.'"... I feel a fast pulse, my hands resting on the ground. Looking up, Ethan's eyes grow sharper and more determined. "You're not prepared.". My laugh was intense and unfunny. "Not ready to do anything?". I was told by you that my life is not worth living because my father has been murdered and I am now the next one to be killed. Can you please let me know when you're ready?". "This isn't about you, it's about me." Ethan ejaculates forcefully. I raise my voice. "What the fuck is?" What does she mean? His teeth tighten. "As for your dad, he was Alexander Moretti.". "I twitch back like I got hit by him.". That's not—”. “It is.”. The name lingers in our minds, heavy and asphyxiating. Moretti. I know that name. Everyone does. The family's ownership of power was not their own. Deals made in shadows. People who crossed them disappearing overnight.? A name that is whispered like a curse. My stomach knots. “That's impossible.”. With a keen eye