Bound | H.S.

Chapter 14

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I convinced Romero to go out to dinner to a restaurant that according to google maps was only a five-minute walk from the address Cosima had given me.

When Romero used the guest bathroom in our apartment, I used the moment to take a small gun Harry kept in one of the top drawers in the walking closet. I'd noticed it when I'd unpacked my suitcases and folded my clothes into drawers. I hid it in the side pocket of my bag. Even though I didn't have much experience with guns, I knew how to handle them in theory. Better safe than sorry.

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It was quarter past nine. Romero and I had just finished our starter, when I stood to head for the bathroom. Romero pushed back his chair and was about to stand as well.

I glared. "You won't follow me to the bathroom. Do you think I will get lost on the way? People will be staring. Nobody knows who I am here. I'm safe."

Romero sank back down. The bathroom was past a corner, closer to the door than our table.

I slipped out of the restaurant, took flats from my purse and put them on. Then I hurried toward the address. It would take at least five minutes before Romero would venture toward the bathroom and hopefully even longer before he'd barge in to check on me.

When I arrived in front of the brownstone building, I hesitated. It didn't have a reception, only a narrow corridor and a steep staircase. Then I took a deep breath and entered. The key said the apartment was on the third floor.

I took the elevator hidden in a dark corner behind the stairs. During the ride up, doubt overcame me. Maybe I shouldn't have listened to the letter. The elevator came to a halt and the door rattled open. My eyes darted to the button that would take me back to the ground floor but instead I stepped out and found the apartment door. It wasn't completely shut.

My heart fluttered with fear. This seemed like a really bad idea, but curiosity was stronger than worry. I pushed the door open and peered in. The living room was dark and empty, but light was coming from somewhere else.

I rested my hand on the gun in my purse, then crept further in, but froze when I heard a woman cry out. "Yes! Harder!"

Dread settled in me as I followed the voice. I had heard it before. The light was spilling out of an open door. I stopped in front of it, hesitating. I could still turn around and pretend I'd never received the letter. Another moan drifted out of the room and I peaked inside.

Heat rushed up my face, then seemed to drain out of my body completely. Grace Parker was on her knees and forearms on the bed while Harry fucked her from behind. The slaps of his body hitting her ass filled the silence, only occasionally disrupted by her encouraging cries and moans.

Harry's eyes were closed as his fingers dug into her hips and he rammed into her over and over again. Grace turned her head to meet my eyes, and smiled triumphantly. Bile traveled up my throat. So this was what Harry had been up to the last two nights.

For a crazy moment, I considered taking the gun out and throwing it at her head. I wouldn't shoot her, even if I wanted to. I wasn't a mobster. I wasn't Harry.

My shoulders slumped and I took a step back. I needed to get away. Harry's eyes shot open, hand reaching for a gun on the bed beside him but then he found me. He jerked, then froze.

"What's the matter, Harry?" Grace asked, wiggling her ass against him. He was still buried inside her. Harry and I stared at each other and I could feel tears gathering in my eyes.

I whirled around and ran. I needed to get away. Just away. The moment I stepped out of the elevator on the first floor, I began shaking but I didn't stop.