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CAMILA

Tiago came back from the council session already grim, his shoulders carrying that particular rigid tension I'd learned meant he'd spent hours holding his temper in check for the sake of a room full of people. I showed him the forged documents on my laptop screen the moment he walked in, not even bothering with hello first, and watched something dark and dangerous move behind his eyes as he read.

His jaw tightened. His hand curled slowly into a fist against the kitchen counter until his
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  • The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey   36

    CHAPTER 36TIAGOI sat across from Camila at the safehouse kitchen table in the pale grey light of morning, watching her trace her fingers over the mark at her throat in the small mirror she'd propped against the sugar bowl, and I explained to her, as much as I was explaining to myself, what I already knew in my bones to be true.The kitchen still smelled faintly of last night's coffee, gone cold hours ago and forgotten in the chaos of everything that followed. Neither of us had slept more than an hour or two. I could see the exhaustion sitting heavy behind her eyes, though something steadier sat there too, something that hadn't been there a few weeks ago when I first met her."The mark is a mating bite," I explained. "Incomplete, but unmistakably begun. An instinctual claim my wolf made without my full conscious permission somewhere in the heat and adrenaline of that vault room. It's something that cannot be undone. It will heal into a permanent, visible scar that any wolf from eithe

  • The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey   35

    CHAPTER 35CAMILABreathing hard, adrenaline still roaring hot through my veins, I reached up and covered his hand where it cupped my face, holding it there against my cheek. My whole body still buzzed faintly with the aftershock of the fight, the strange, electric mixture of terror and relief that came from surviving something that could easily have gone the other way.Around us, the vault sat silent and sealed, the fight in the corridor already feeling like it had happened hours ago rather than minutes. The only sounds were our own ragged breathing and the faint hum of the building's old ventilation system somewhere overhead."I ran toward the fight," I whispered, "because the alternative was losing you. Because I have spent five years building a life around losing someone I love to violence I couldn't stop, and I am not doing that again, Tiago. Not with you. I would rather fight beside you and lose than stand safely behind you and lose you anyway."He made a low, wrecked sound at t

  • The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey   34

    CHAPTER 34CAMILADiego's hired enforcers came from both ends of the corridor at once, moving fast and coordinated in a way that told me immediately this had been planned in advance, not improvised on the spot. Three from the stairwell behind us. At least two more emerging from the shadows of a side passage I hadn't even noticed. All of them moving with the grim, professional efficiency of hired muscle who knew exactly what they were being paid to do and didn't intend to hesitate about doing it.The vault corridor, so quiet and empty just moments ago, erupted into sudden chaos. The confined space made every sound sharper, every shadow more threatening. I flattened myself instinctively against the nearest wall, my heart hammering so loud I could hear it over the noise of the fight itself.Tiago moved to meet them with brutal, controlled speed, shielding me against the vault door with his own body while he fought in near total darkness, the only light coming from the corridor's flickeri

  • The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey   33

    CHAPTER 33CAMILATiago spread an old architectural blueprint across the kitchen table, tracing a finger down through the stadium's sublevels to a small, reinforced room buried beneath the main pitch, tucked behind two false walls that didn't appear on any version of the plans the club's own facilities team used day to day."This is the vault," he explained. "It holds the club's original, unaltered archive from five years ago. Sealed under my own family's authority, not Diego's administration. Almost nobody outside the Marques pack's inner circle even knows it exists.""How old is it," I asked, studying the careful, hand-drawn lines."Generations," Tiago replied. "My grandfather built it when he first set up the arrangement between pack business and the club's public face. It was meant to be a place where things that mattered to pack survival could stay safe from exactly this kind of human institutional corruption."He tapped the blueprint again. "It's the one place Henrique's people

  • The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey   32

    CAMILATiago came back from the council session already grim, his shoulders carrying that particular rigid tension I'd learned meant he'd spent hours holding his temper in check for the sake of a room full of people. I showed him the forged documents on my laptop screen the moment he walked in, not even bothering with hello first, and watched something dark and dangerous move behind his eyes as he read.His jaw tightened. His hand curled slowly into a fist against the kitchen counter until his knuckles went white."She did this while we were being shot at," he growled quietly, and it wasn't really a question. "While we were pulling ourselves out of a burning compound, while Isadora was risking her own neck to hold a doorway for us, Beatriz was sitting somewhere safe and comfortable, arranging this. Timing it. Waiting for the exact morning it would do the most damage.""You don't have to convince me she's dangerous, Tiago. I got the personal phone call, remember.""I know." He dragged

  • The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey   31

    CAMILAI woke up to a silence that felt wrong before I could even say why.Usually, mornings at the safehouse came with sound. Cam moving around downstairs, checking window latches like he was personally responsible for holding the building together, the coffee machine hissing, Tiago's low voice on some early call about the club. This morning there was nothing. Just the soft hum of the refrigerator and my own heartbeat, a little too loud in my ears.I lay there a moment, staring at the ceiling, letting the events of last night replay in my head. The compound. The gunfire. The long, silent drive home with the ledger sitting heavy in my lap, like it might catch fire if I looked away from it too long. For a few hours on that highway, I had actually let myself believe things were about to get easier.I should have known better by now. Nothing about Henrique Cabral's world ever ended cleanly.I showered quickly, pulled on the first clean clothes I found, and went downstairs, half expecting

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