Bound by Leah Holt

Author:Leah Holt [Holt, Leah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, dark romance, mafia, Alpha male, suspense romance, Love Story, strong woman, action romance
Publisher: Always Ink
Published: 2020-10-26T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Porter

Three months earlier

Ring Ring

Glancing down at my phone, I didn't recognize the number lighting up the screen. Picking it up, I hit the button and answered. “Hello?”

“Porter?” The sound of my stepfather's voice rattled my ears, forcing a cold shiver to glide up my spine. “Something's happened and I thought you should know.”

“What? What happened? Is Mom alright?” Keeping my voice steady and controlled, I waited for an answer.

My stepfather would never call me, he knew better than to even try and pick up the phone to dial my number. Hearing his voice at the other end of the speaker, I knew whatever had happened had to be serious.

Waiting as patiently as I could for him to spit it out, my heart sped up as a nervous sweat dampened my forehead. The tips of my fingers pierced the phone, pushing it harder against my ear. His silence was killing me.

If something happened to my mother, I didn't know what I would do.

There was only one feeling that I knew better than I knew myself—anger.

Anger was what made my blood flow, and my heart pound. It was the only feeling I truly understood. For too long I kept it locked up, allowing it to brew inside, to live silently, growing and waiting for the moment it could be unleashed.

If they fucking hurt her. . . If they did anything to my mother, I'll fucking kill them all.

“Well,” I snapped, balling my fist so tightly the skin on my knuckles turned ghost white. “Is she okay?”

What the hell happened? Just say it already!

“Your mother is fine, Porter.” His breathing was ragged and deep, the soft waiver in his words made me understand completely that he wouldn't be calling me if he didn't feel he was obligated to.

Sighing with relief, my body relaxed a little, re-cementing my feet to the floor. Sitting on the small couch in my apartment, I hung my head, waiting for him to continue.

Franco was quiet, his exhale loud and audible, scratching its way through the speaker. Holding on to what little patience I had left for this phone call, I calmly asked, “Then what's wrong? Why the hell are you calling me? This is really fucking ballsy of you, calling me out of the blue like this.”

“It's Zander.”

“What's wrong with Zander? Did he get in trouble? Arrested? What the hell happened?” Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose and grunted. “You know what, it doesn't matter. There's nothing I can do to help, you know that.”

Didn't he understand that just picking up the phone was enough to lead them to me? Was he that fucking blind to the danger he was calling to his doorstep?

If they knew he talked to me, if they thought for a second that my family had any idea about where I was; they would all be dead.

My father growled, his voice deep and hollow. “I'm not calling for your help, Porter, that's the last thing I would ever fucking need from you.

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