LOGINChapter 6.Maddox’ POVI had a cigarette between my fingers and a girl bent over the edge of the bed in front of me. My hips snapped forward hard enough that the frame knocked against the wall with every thrust. She was loud. Too loud. The kind of loud that made it clear she wanted the whole floor to know what was happening. I kept my eyes on the back of her head and the way her spine curved. Nothing about it felt special. It never did.Zane sat in the desk chair across the room, scrolling through his phone like none of this was new. Because it wasn’t. He had seen this scene play out more times than either of us could count.I felt her body tighten around me. Then she came hard, squirting across the sheets and my thighs. The wet sound of it filled the small hostel room for a second. I pulled out immediately and reached for my trousers, already done with the whole performance. My skin felt sticky and hot. The cigarette had burned down almost to the filter while I was busy.She turned a
Chapter 5.Brent’s POVMy phone kept buzzing like it was trying to kill me.I dragged the pillow over my head, but it didn’t help. Whoever thought calling someone before eight in the morning was acceptable deserved jail time. The buzzing stopped. I had barely let out a relieved sigh when it started again.“…You have got to be kidding me.”I stretched an arm across the nightstand, blindly searching. My fingers knocked over a bottle of water. Cold water spilled across the floor as I finally grabbed the phone.Eight missed calls. Five texts. All from Michael.That idiot usually gave up after the second call. Something had to be wrong. Since my curiosity beat annoyance, I called back.He answered before the first ring ended.“Oh thank God.”I pulled the phone away from my ear. “Why the fuck are you yelling?”“To make sure you’re alive.”“I’m regretting answering already.”“So you are alive.”“Barely.” I sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes. “What do you want?”“You need to get to school. Co
Chapter 4. Brent’s POV “What do you mean by your illegitimate child has the ability to compete for what is RIGHTFULLY MINE?!” “Keep your voice down, Brent,” Dad said, getting extra defensive, but I wasn’t one to give a shit. “I can’t. What do you mean I’ve gotta fight for what’s mine with Maddox? He really means something to you even after his mom–” Before I could complete my sentence, a sharp sting landed across my face. The sound cracked through the room louder than the broken glass still scattered across the floor. My head snapped to the side. Heat bloomed across my cheek and for a second, I just stood there, breathing hard, staring at the wall because looking at him felt impossible. “I’ve said what I’ve said and that’s final!” Victor didn’t wait for a reply. He turned on his heel and walked out, the bedroom door slamming hard enough to rattle the frame. Footsteps pounded down the stairs. A moment later the front door opened and closed with the same finality. Then the house w
Chapter 3. Brent’s POV “Alright it’s cool…I’ve got it. I’d just walk into his room, greet him and ask about how the past few years had gone for him…no big deal.” I took in a deep breath as I walked into the house. The silence hit me first. No television. No music from the kitchen. No Dad yelling at someone on the phone. Absolutely nothing. I closed the door behind me, frowning. “Dad?” I called out. No answer. I kicked off my shoes and started toward the stairs. Halfway up, something caught my eye. Red heels sitting neatly by the hallway table. They looked just like Sofia’s. My heart did a weird little flip. She’d said she was studying tonight, but maybe she’d come to surprise me. The thought of it almost made me smile. Almost. Then a moan drifted down the hallway. My smile died instantly. I moved slower now, feet heavy on the carpet, pulse hammering in my ears. The sounds grew clearer the closer I got. Skin slapping against skin followed by a man’s grunt, clearly not Dad’s voi
Chapter 2. Brent’s POV If there’s one thing I’ve envied about Maddox since we were kids, it’s his ability to stick to every word he says. A week later at home, and he was already making noticeable moves that could result in one of us actually ripping ourselves apart. But first off, let’s head back to the rink. ****** Hockey in Frostbridge has always been predictable. The ice was cold, Coach Jake yelled way too much, Michael always showed up where he wasn’t supposed to, and if I worked hard enough, I usually won. But life, unfortunately, had never played by the same rules. Coach Jake’s whistle sliced through the rink, sharp enough to snap me out of my thoughts before another puck skimmed past my skate. “Eyes up, Lennox!” he called. “I’ve got it, I’ve got it!” I called back, already shifting my weight. I held onto the pass against my stick and fired before the goalie had time to react. The puck shot itself neatly into the top corner of the net. The satisfying
Chapter 1. Brent’s POV You might think my story goes like every other stepbrother hate-to-love type of shit, but trust me when I say it’s completely different from what you might’ve seen before. For you to understand this story, I’d like you to know why this hatred between two brothers actually runs so deep. …….. My life was no different from every other picture-perfect family where the dad goes to work and returns back home to the wife in the kitchen whipping up dinner while their kid runs round the house. It had always been like this till the ugly truth had to come out. Dad had an affair outside, and it was with no other than mom’s best friend, Alicia. I was little when it all cracked open. Mom, Keke, had been the kind of woman who filled every room she walked into. She hummed while she cooked. She laughed too loud at dad’s dumb jokes. She made the house feel warm even on the coldest nights. Then one evening she found the messages. I still remember the way her hand







