All Chapters of Bound By Blood: The Step-Brothers' Temptation: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

_Amelie’s POV_The moment I woke up, I knew I wasn’t alone.Something in the air was off—still, too still. The kind of quiet that only comes when someone is watching you breathe.I tried to remember what happened last, my memory a fuzzy mess. Where was I? How did I get here?But none of my questions got answered. And even with the confusion I knew not to move. That was when it all came crashing down. I was stupid enough to go to Ferdinand without telling the triplets where I was going. And now I was facing the consequences. My lashes fluttered once. Then again. I didn’t open my eyes. My heartbeat picked up, thudding in my chest like a warning drum. I kept my face still, relaxed. My arm stayed heavy on the blanket, my breathing even.My body stayed perfectly still, spine heavy against unfamiliar sheets.Don’t move. Don’t panic. Think.I needed to think. Think of what next to do..Think of how to escape this. Do the triplets even know where I was? Of course not.Do they know I w

_THEM_Nico had watched her leave.From the shadows of the upper landing, back pressed to the cool iron of the balustrade, he saw Amelie slip out through the service door, wrapped in nothing but the oversized black hoodie she always stole from Matteo. No guards. No noise. Just her and the silence.He hadn’t stopped her.After she had walked past him, he went there to be sure of where she was going.Who she was going to.But he knew already.She didn’t look scared. Didn’t look like someone being dragged or coerced. She moved with purpose—quiet, yes, but not desperate. Not afraid.So he told himself she’d made her choice.That night, he didn’t tell Matteo. Didn’t wake Luca. He didn’t follow her, didn’t even call out. Just stood there, breathing through clenched teeth, watching her fade into the night like smoke curling off a gun barrel.He hadn’t slept since.Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her in that moment again—walking away from them. Walking away from him. And it felt like so

_Amelie’s POV_The bullet whizzes past his head and my head widens. Oh shit.Immediately, he rushes for me and I fire once more. This time I don't miss. The man stops in his tracks, his eyes widening as he stares at the blood spreading on his chest. I didn't waste time, I let out another shot aimed at his head, catching his body as he fell. A choked sound came from the door and my head instantly snapped up. A maid stood there with a tray in her hands, eyes widened as she stared in shock.Slowly, I brought my finger to my lips, letting out a low “shhh.”I didn't want anything to spoil my plans today. Whimpering, she nodded her head as she pressed her lips together, her eyes still wide with fear. “Is there anyone there?” I mouthed and she shook her head. Cocking the gun, I kicked passed the two bodies on the floor, making my hair out of the room. After making sure there was indeed no one there, I turned to her. “You never saw me.” and I sprinted. My bare feet padded across t

_Amelie’s POV_My chest heaved as I took in greedy breaths.My head was aching, my limbs hurting. I was tired. So fucking tired. But I couldn’t stop. Looking at the piled up bodies all around me, I let out one last breath. I didn’t know how long I had fought for. I couldn’t tell how many hours it had been since this fight started. I lost count of time.Has it been minutes? Or even an hour? Or two? I couldn’t tell. But what I did know was that if I stayed here for even a second longer, I might lose my chance to escape and all these would be in vain. So I ran. I ran like my life depended on it, because actually it did. I ran down the hallway, past the rooms. I turned a corner as I ran down the staircase. The thought that I actually had no idea where the fuck I was on a fucking map was frustrating. Was I even still in the same state? I couldn’t tell, but I would deal with all that when I left this shithole. I ran until I could barely feel my legs. The blood left a clear tra

_Amelie’s POV_I woke up in motion.Not metaphorical, not poetic.I mean literally airborne.My skull throbbed as gravity dipped and swayed beneath me, a sickening lurch in my stomach that could only mean one thing: I was on a plane.How the fuck was I on a plane?The last I remembered, I had passed out after Nico had shot Ferdinand. What happened after that? But I didn’t have an answer to that question, and I know three people who did. My tongue felt like sandpaper. My wrists ached. Everything felt foggy and the reason hit me like a brick. They had drugged me.I blinked slowly, trying to steady my breathing. My vision cleared just enough to register the worst sight imaginable.Them.Luca stood near the minibar, arms crossed, covered in bloodstains that looked too fresh for my liking. Matteo was pacing, chewing on a toothpick like he was preparing for a street fight. Nico sat across from me, elbows on his knees, watching me like he expected me to explode.Smart man.Because I did