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CHAPTER 008: RIDING HOME

Author: Cookie writes
last update publish date: 2026-08-09 06:36:04
KADE’S POV

I hadn’t planned on enjoying this as much as I did.

Flying six hours home after twelve years just to make my brother’s life miserable.

Watching him lose his good boy act, choke on his pride and still get beaten to a pulp in front of his teammate? Making everything he’d built in my absence crack underneath his feet?

That had kept me entertained the entire flight.

Noah Covey was the part I hadn’t accounted for.

I’d planned for Luca’s anger. His humiliation. His hatred.

I h
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Cookie writes
That man stands on business always! Luca was quick to forget that. Lol
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mysticmoonglow33
Luca should know that Kade doesn’t just threaten he falls through.
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