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CHAPTER 138: I Hate Shrinks
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Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 142: Morality Trigger
Knox, of course, doesn't respond to Mateo’s question. His silence says more than words ever could. I think he believes he can shoot the man behind me before that gun goes off in my head. I only wish, for my sake, that he wouldn't try. Mateo’s hand moves down his left leg, like he's reaching to scratch an itch. The hand disappears beneath the cuff of his pants, and when he straightens, there's a gun in his hand. A tiny silver handgun. One of those compact ones that still manage to kill just as effectively as the big guys. He points it straight at Knox. I suck in a breath. “Do you think you’ll be fast enough to shoot him before I kill you, Knox?” Mateo says with amusement in his voice. “I had a plan, you know. A good one. Take you down piece by piece. Everything you care about. Your money. Your club. Maybe even that sex toy company—what is it? Bliss?” He chuckles to himself. “And those other little illegal ventures you’ve got tucked away. Not in your name, of course, but we both kno
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 141: Fast Enough
I’ve seen enough hostage standoffs in crime dramas to know that whatever I’ve walked into right now, it’s bad. Really bad. I shouldn’t have gotten out of the car. I know that now. But what kind of girlfriend would I be if I sat there while Knox walked into danger alone? He always acts like he’s the only one who would be shattered if I died. What he doesn’t understand is that if something happens to him, if he doesn’t walk out of here alive, I won’t survive it either. Maybe not physically, but in all the ways that matter, I’d be gone too. So yeah. If this ends in flames, then fine. We’ll burn together. I slowly raise my hand, passing him the gun just like he asked. He takes it from me. Then his hand leaves my mouth, and before I can blink, he starts patting me down. I tense up when he brushes over my chest, down my thighs, fingers pressing into places he shouldn’t be touching. My whole body wants to flinch away, but I keep still. Something about the way he talks—thick Russian acce
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 140: Basic Anatomy
I slide my fingers toward the left side of Knox's chest and stop where I think the heart is.“Wrong,” he says.Then one of his hands slips under my shirt. I suck in a breath, surprised, and try not to react as his fingers slide up until his palm settles just under my left breast. Not quite where I’d pointed.“Right here,” he says. “That’s where the heart is.”“Don’t you think there are other ways to show me that don’t involve your hand under my shirt?” I mutter, shooting a glance at Mud, who’s suspiciously very interested in the road.His hand slips out from under my shirt and finds my neck, tugging me closer.I can barely breathe.I shouldn’t be thinking about how close we are or how warm his mouth will be if I bridge the gap. I should be thinking about the fact that we’re minutes away from a hostage scene. A psychopath. A warehouse where someone I care about is being held.Mateo's location hasn’t changed since we tracked him back at the club. It’s either he left the device behind or
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 139: Where's The Heart?
***~~SLOANE~~***My heart is beating fast as I sit in the backseat of Knox’s car, listening to Jade explain how to use a gun.He holds the thing like it’s an extension of his arm, his fingers casual but firm around the grip. “Safety off,” he says, flipping a tiny lever down with his thumb. The click it makes isn’t loud, but it might as well be a gunshot with the way it makes me flinch.“Safety on,” he says and flips the lever back up.Click.Again, I flinch.He glances at me out of the corner of his eye. “Wanna experiment?”“No,” I say quickly. “I got it. Let’s just…leave the off and on for when it matters.”His eyes narrow as he studies my face, up and down. “You afraid of the gun or something? How you gon’ shoot someone if you’re afraid of the damn gun?”“She’s not afraid of it,” Knox says from the front as he drives. He catches my eyes in the rearview mirror, and there’s something there. He’s not just defending me. It feels like a pep talk in disguise, like he’s willing me to b
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 138: I Hate Shrinks
Mateo is unresponsive at first, staring at the camera. And then, he laughs.It’s dry and joyless.“Are you threatening to kill my daughter?” he asks me. “You? Do you think the torture I went through affected my memory? You think I forgot why we got captured in the first place? You think I don’t remember that it was you who let a suspected spy walk free because he was a goddamn kid? You couldn’t even pull a trigger when it mattered. So tell me—why would I believe you’d kill my daughter in cold blood?”My hand tightens around the phone.He wants to hit where it hurts, I get that. But bringing that moment back—the kid I let go, the one who blew our mission wide open—is uncalled for. I made peace with that call, even if Mateo never did.“You’re right,” I say. “I won’t kill a kid. But her parents, her mother and father? That’s a different story.”“That man is not her father. And why should I care what happens to them? They're practically unprotected because I want them to be. Please, shoot
Craving The Wrong Brother CHAPTER 137: Lonely Degenerates
There’s no such thing as right or wrong to me. There’s only what I want to do and what I don’t.And I absolutely do not want to apologize to Mateo.I can feel the pressure around me. Eyes heavy on my face. Every breath in this room is paused, waiting on me. Even Sloane hasn’t looked away once. I can’t bring myself to meet her gaze, not with what she might be silently asking of me.You know what? A million people owe me apologies. You don’t see me holding the world hostage over it. This whole thing has gone too far. I’m done playing along.“Tell your man to put the gun down, Mateo,” I say. “What you have is against me. Let’s not involve third parties.”But the man holding the gun to Hunter’s head doesn’t budge. Instead, I watch him flip the safety off. Sloane’s grip on my hand tightens.And now, someone is crying.It's Serena.Her shoulders are shaking, body jerking in the chair. The man crouched beside her—the one who was tending to her leg—pauses. He’s almost done with the bandaging.
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