“Cut the crap, Keenan, and go straight to the point. What the hell do you want?” Jaden snapped, shifting uncomfortably in the leather seat. The dim light of the penthouse living room cast long shadows across his face, highlighting the tension in his jaw and the way his bandaged right hand rested awkwardly on his thigh.Keenan leaned back in the plush armchair opposite him, stretching one arm along the backrest, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. He looked utterly amused, like a cat toying with a half-dead mouse.“That’s no way to talk to your older brother, is it?” Keenan drawled, arching a single brow high in mock offense.Jaden’s face twisted into a scowl, irritation flaring hot in his chest. “Stepbrother,” he corrected sharply, biting off the word like it tasted foul. “And please, just get to the point. I have other things to do.”Keenan’s eyes gleamed with dark humor. He nodded slowly, almost indulgently, then let his gaze drift downward, deliberately slow to Jaden’s bandaged hand.
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