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Two Brothers. One Ruin. 127
The moment I’m inside, I’m all eyes, head turning, cataloguing everything at once. This isn’t some secret vault packed with cash, priceless artifacts, or stacks of incriminating documents—not the place I’ve been desperately hunting for three days straight. This is something else entirely. It’s an extension of the gym. Only, built for something far more brutal. Far more lethal. A private training facility. One designed for violence. The kind of place where people don’t come to get stronger. They come to learn how to kill. One entire section of the room is lined with meticulously organized racks of weapons. Row after row of samurai swords and daggers, small to large, mounted with almost obsessive precision on their stands. The sight of them sends a cold prickle straight up the back of my neck. Further in, heavy punching bags hang in perfect rows from the ceiling. Beyond them sits a full-sized boxing ring, its ropes gleaming beneath the overhead lights. Behind a wall further back
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Liana The mattress shifts beneath me. The subtle movement is enough to pull me slowly out of sleep. I blink against the morning light, my vision still blurred, until I make out Shaun’s back disappearing into the bathroom. I rub the sleep from my eyes and push myself upright. Wait. I’m in Shaun’s room. How the hell did I end up in here? Last night, playing my part as the dutiful wife, I’d parked myself in the sitting room to wait up for him. But somewhere between page one and his relentlessly depressing choice of literature, I lost the battle to stay awake. Well—mission accomplished, apparently. Since he came home to find me passed out and decided the appropriate response was hauling me into his own bed. One point in the column for Devoted Wife. A few minutes later, Shaun emerges from the bathroom. The second his eyes land on me, something almost like a smile ghosts across his mouth. Okay. That’s probably worth two points, then. “Good, you’re up.” He crosses toward the bed.
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For fuck’s sake. I can’t get a moment’s peace. I blow out a breath. “And why exactly would I do that?” “Because staying by your side right now isn’t safe for her.” I can’t exactly argue the logic isn’t there. But the thought of Liana being pulled away from me sits wrong in my chest. And worse—I hate this feeling crawling under my skin, the fact that Julian still caring about her at all bothers me this much. “And that’s not even the whole of it.” He steps closer, close enough that our chests are nearly touching. “Kate’s actually alive.” And there it is again. When is anyone going to let this go? “Whoa, whoa, guys!” Ian’s already back inside, closing the distance between us at a near-jog. Caleb trails right behind him, matching his pace. “Please, do not start. I am not in the mood to catch a stray fist breaking up you two again.” “I had the old DNA tests rerun.” Julian pushes forward, ignoring them completely. “The remains from the explosion weren’t hers. The medical examiner wh
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Shaun “Looks like Kyle let Chelsea go three days after we handed her over to him.” Xavier drops a folder of surveillance photos onto my desk. “She’s been keeping herself off the grid since. But it’s clear she’s back in contact with the same guy she was having the affair with. We’re close to putting a name to him.” I pick up the folder and flip through the photos. Chelsea’s clearly been putting in the effort to stay invisible—plain jacket, plain pants, hair tucked under a baseball cap, an oversized pair of glasses swallowing half her face. Last night, after listening to the recording of Kyle and Liana’s conversation, two things had my blood boiling. One: Kyle apparently has the audacity to have his eyes on my wife. Two: it sounds like during her little stint as his prisoner, Chelsea decided to run her mouth with impressive generosity, handing over everything she knew about us like she was doing a public service. I still can’t quite work out whether that was the currency she use
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I finally shake myself out of it and get up. Time to check out the basement levels. I head to my room and change into a sports bra and leggings, then make my way down, floor by floor. Three levels to the first basement. Two. One. I step onto the landing of sublevel one and I’m met with polished concrete and gleaming glass walls stretching out in front of me. The space suffocates me. Sterile. Silent. The walls are lined with dual-spectrum cameras that track my every movement, each one answering with a soft, mechanical click. Right now, to the estate’s security team, I’m nothing more than a glowing heat signature wandering through a concrete shell. I have to stay careful, deliberate—can’t let myself look suspicious for even a second. I cross the glass bridge that cuts through the middle of the wing, leading straight toward the heavy glass doors of the main gym. This is where the ground opens up beneath the floor, giving a direct view straight down into the second basement level. I
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What the hell? His lips move over mine with maddening patience, impossibly soft despite the certainty behind them. His scent fills my head until I can’t think past it. Warm cedar. Clean soap. Him. My eyes fall shut on their own, and I kiss him back, helpless not to. Long enough that my breath starts to come apart. The dream flashing back into my mind does nothing to help my resistance. Until his own words echo back at me. “When I kiss you, you’re nothing but fire and want.” No. No. I break away abruptly. Air rushes into my lungs. I open my mouth… but nothing comes out. I can only stare at him, completely at a loss. His hands stay where they are, cradling my face. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip and drags it down, slow, like he’s savoring something. A look that can only be described as quiet satisfaction settles into his eyes. “Don’t worry, Doc. It’s not just you.” What on earth is that supposed to mean? “And to put your mind at ease,” he tilts his head, eyes s
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For one irrational second, I actually wonder if I’m drunk enough to be hallucinating him. But the closer we get, the more impossible denial becomes. Those same dark hair strands I used to wrap around my fingers. Those same deep eyes I drowned in willingly. That same face I held between my hands li
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“This is Shaun Stone,” Evan says smoothly, gesturing toward the man beside him. “Mr. Stone’s eldest son.” Oh, fuck you, Melissa. Looks like you were right. Eldest son, huh? Which means the mysterious new bastard son was conceived somewhere in the middle of Randall Stone’s very respectable marriage
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Liana I stare at my reflection in the mirror, and the memory hits so hard it feels physical. — “Fuck,” Julian had murmured against my ear, his voice rough enough to make my nipples pebble instantly. “How the hell am I supposed to sit through an entire night with my dick behaving itself when yo
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Shaun It’s almost impossible to distinguish anything through the chaos. Gunfire cracks through the air from every direction, sharp enough to vibrate through the walls, while people scream over each other somewhere beyond the smoke and shattered glass. The scent of blood and burning metal hangs
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