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MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN 106
"Don't move, Leo."Ignatius’s voice cracked. The Beretta was a heavy weight in his hand, the barrel drifting toward the frost-covered grass. His knuckles were raw, bleeding from the earlier scramble, but his eyes were fixed on the boy."Is he going to hurt me, Mama?"The boy didn't look at Ignatius. He looked at Vesper. His small hand was tucked into her grey coat pocket. He stood perfectly still. No crying. No shaking. Just that cold, level gaze I’d seen in every mirror of the Volkov estate."He won't hurt you." Vesper’s fingers smoothed the boy's dark curls. She looked at Ignatius. A thin, sharp smile touched her lips. "He doesn't have the stomach for it. Do you, Ignatius? You spent three years in a cage dreaming of a life you’d never have. Did you ever dream of him?""I didn't know." Ignatius’s chest heaved. He looked at me, then back at the boy. "I never—""Of course you didn't." Vesper stepped forward, pulling Leo with her. "Cane wasn't a fool. He knew your 'devotion' to Rafferty
MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN 105
"Who gave you the right to come here?"I stood in the shadow of a crooked oak, the German wind biting through my thin jacket. Ignatius didn't turn. He remained a statue against the low stone wall of the village square. He was staring across the street, his knuckles white as he gripped a rusted iron railing."I told you to stay at the chalet, Raffy." His voice was a dead, hollow thing. "The sensors were for your protection. Not for you to bypass.""I don't need protection from you." I stepped closer. My boots crunched on the frozen gravel. "And I don't need you to kill ghosts. I want to see them for myself.""There." He pointed. His finger was trembling. Just a fraction. "Look at the gate."I followed his gaze. A small school sat at the end of the cobblestone path. It was an old building, ivy-choked and quiet. A bell rang—a sharp, tinny sound that cut through the mountain air. Doors swung open. A flood of children in thick coats spilled out, laughing, screaming, puffing clouds of steam
MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN 104
Get inside. Now."Ignatius shoved the heavy oak door. It groaned against the slate floor of the chalet. I stumbled into the dark, the smell of pine needles and stale cold hitting my face. Outside, the Swiss wind howled, a hungry beast clawing at the mountain."The perimeter is set." Ignatius didn't look at me. He was already at the window, his fingers twitching on the latch. "Don't touch the lights. Don't go near the glass. I'm going to check the thermal sensors.""We've been here four hours, Ignatius." I leaned against a stone pillar. My legs were shaking. Every muscle in my body was a tight wire. "You’ve checked the sensors ten times. There’s nothing out there but snow and dead trees.""That’s what they want you to think." He turned. His eyes were wide, the pupils blown. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the freezing air. "The Debtors don't use dogs, Raffy. They use drones. Silent ones. If one red dot hits this wall, we’re done. Do you understand?""You're acting like a caged ani
MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN 103
"Turn right! Now!"I slammed my back against the leather seat of the 250 GTO. The engine screamed, a raw, mechanical howl that bounced off the stone walls of the Rue de Rivoli. Ignatius didn't hesitate. He yanked the wheel. The tires shrieked, smoking as the car drifted sideways. We missed a parked Citroën by an inch."They're still on us!" Ignatius shifted. Hard. The gear stick clicked. "Black SUV. Two of them.""Lose them in the Marais." I leaned out the window. Wind whipped my hair into a frenzy. I raised the submachine gun. The world was a blur of yellow streetlights and grey stone. I squeezed the trigger. Rat-tat-tat. Sparks flew off the SUV’s grille. It didn't slow down."They have armored plates!" Ignatius floored it. The needle jumped. 150. 160. "Raffy, we can't outrun them on the straightaways. This isn't the island. There are people!""I didn't ask for a lecture!" I shouted. "I asked for a right turn! Take the alley behind the boulangerie!""It's too narrow—""Do it!"Ignati
MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN 102
"Mr. and Mrs. Smith?"The receptionist at the Ritz Paris didn't even look up from her screen. She just slid the black keycard across the marble. I took it. My hand didn't shake, but the weight of the Sovereign ring under my glove felt like a branding iron."The Imperial Suite is ready."Ignatius didn't wait for her to finish. He grabbed the keycard and walked toward the gilded elevators. I followed. Every step on the plush carpet felt like walking on a minefield. Three years. Three years of glass walls and sterile air, and now the air in the Ritz smelled of lilies and expensive perfume. It was too sweet. It made my stomach turn."Ignatius, slow down." I stepped into the elevator just as the doors hissed shut.He didn't slow down. He turned and pinned me against the mirrored wall. The elevator surged upward. My stomach dropped. He leaned in, his forehead pressing against mine. He smelled of the hospital soap I’d spent months trying to scrub off my own skin."Three years, Raffy." His vo
MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN 101
"Open it, Ignatius."Rafferty stood three feet from the glass. He didn't touch the magnetic lock. He didn't reach for the keycard. He just stood there, arms crossed over his white jumpsuit, watching the man on the other side."You left the tumblers loose." Ignatius didn't look up from the floor. He was kneeling. His fingers moved with a rhythmic, scratching precision against the edge of the reinforced frame. "Third pin is stuck. You’re getting sloppy, Raffy.""I’m giving you a choice." Rafferty stepped closer. His shadow stretched across the tile, bisecting Ignatius’s face. "The guards are changing shifts. The cameras in this hallway are on a thirty-second loop I programmed myself. You have ten seconds to decide if you’re a prisoner or a partner."Click.The sound was small. Final. The glass door slid back an inch. Ignatius stood up. He didn't look like a man who had spent years in a cage. He looked like a wolf that had finally figured out how to slip the collar. He pushed the door op
MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN CHAPTER 21
"Here. Your new cage. Try not to rattle the bars too loud."Cane tossed a heavy brass key onto the marble kitchen island. It skittered across the polished surface, coming to rest near a vase of white lilies that smelled like a funeral. The penthouse was a sprawling, glass-walled vacuum sixty floors
Last Updated : 2026-03-20MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN CHAPTER 16
"You're gonna thank me, Raffy. Just wait. You'll see."Ignatius gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned under his palms. His eyes darted from the rearview mirror to the dark, winding asphalt of the mountain pass. He wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the ghosts in his own head.
Last Updated : 2026-03-19MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN CHAPTER 15
"Where the f**k are your shoes, Raffy? Get them. Now."Ignatius stood in the center of the guest suite, his eyes bloodshot and pacing like a caged animal. He kept twitching, his hand flying to his jacket pocket where the heavy outline of a burner phone sat. The room smelled of his frantic sweat and
Last Updated : 2026-03-19MY BESTFRIEND’S BROTHER, MY RUIN CHAPTER 18
"Get the boy out, Ignatius. Now."Cane’s voice didn't need a megaphone. It carried through the wood and glass of the cabin, low and vibration-heavy, rattling the loose plates on the counter. He stepped out of the lead SUV. The high beams caught the razor-sharp crease of his trousers and the dead lo
Last Updated : 2026-03-19
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