Semua Bab Bound By Blood: The Step-Brothers' Temptation: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Amelie’s POVIt felt like I was floating.Not because they stopped.But because they hadn’t. Not really.The silk around my wrists loosened—Matteo’s hands were careful, precise, and deliberate. But it wasn’t released. Not a break. It was a shift. A preparation. And I felt it in the air. The pause before the next storm.My breathing was ragged. My skin glowed with heat. My lips were swollen from too many kisses and not nearly enough answers.I blinked at them.“What now?” I whispered.What now? Cause I needed to know. What now? Cause I wasn’t sure what came after.Luca answered not with words, but by kissing the inside of my wrist.Slow.Reverent.Like I was made of something sacred.Then he pulled a second tie from his pocket—deep blue silk this time—and wrapped it around my wrist again. Tight. Beautiful.Another tie for the other wrist.They bound me to the headboard like they were anchoring something they weren’t ready to lose.I didn’t resist. I couldn't.Not when Nico came back w

_Amelie’s POV_The walk from the kitchen to the security wing felt like crossing a minefield barefoot.Something could blow up at any moment, and it was probably going to be me.Nico didn’t say another word to me. He just walked ahead, brisk and sharp, like he didn’t want to slow down for anyone, especially not me. Luca followed behind, silent. And Matteo? He wasn’t even there.My eyes darted between the two brothers, but I didn't even think of starting a conversation with any of them.They were either going to ignore me, or give me brief answers before brushing me off.We had something bigger to worry about.The door to the security room slid open with a groan. I stepped inside behind them, the cool blue glow of monitors casting shadows across their faces. A few guards looked up when we entered, but one sharp look from Nico sent them scattering like flies.“Play it,” Nico ordered the guy at the screen.Luca nodded toward the tech guy in the corner, who tapped a few keys before the la

_Matteo’s POV_Something was off.I knew it the moment I walked into the control room once again and didn’t see her.Not that she was supposed to be here. Not that she needed to be.But after everything that went down—the surveillance footage, the tension in her eyes, the fact that she didn’t fight us when we froze her out—it didn’t sit right.She didn’t say a word when she left. She didn’t force Luca to let her stay. And that was exactly the problem.Amelie always said something. Even when she was quiet, her silence still had teeth. A smirk. A glance. A “fuck you” hidden in the arch of her brow. But earlier, when Luca dismissed her with a clipped “dismissed” like she was one of the soldiers?She didn’t flinch.She walked out like a ghost.And that’s when I knew something was going to happen.I had watched her as she stormed off, she didn’t for once look back as she made her way through the doors.Didn’t even bang it shut.It wasn’t right. It all made me uneasy.Amelie was never lik

_Amelie’s POV_Time passed.I couldn’t tell how much. It could be minutes. Or hours. Even days. I remained on the floor, still tied, still breathing, and still trying to convince myself that I wasn’t about to fall apart.But I was. My sanity was held back by a tiny string that could snap at any second. The dark pressed in like a second skin. I hadn’t seen light since Marco closed the door. The bulb hadn’t flickered back on. No one had come. No food. No water. No sound but the occasional groan of old metal and the soft drip of something I couldn’t see.And at this point, some part me craved the sound. It was the only thing stopping me from being insane. That one that breaks the total silence. I started counting to pass the time. One to one hundred. Again. Again. Again. When I hit five hundred, I stopped. My mind kept looping, stuck in the same place like a needle scratching at the same part of a song.Marco. I couldn't get him out of my head.The look on his face. Not guilt. Not pl

Amelie’s POVThey had come for me.Marcos had thrown me into the van and I passed out after that. I don’t know how long I’d been drifting in and out—between the pain, the hunger, the endless dark—but I remember the moment the door shattered open. I remember the sound of boots. Yelling. The heat of gunfire in the air. Someone screaming my name.That was what made me wake up. The emotions behind the scream. Then I saw Luca.His face was carved from stone, jaw clenched tight, eyes burning with something unholy. Marco was on his knees. Blood splattered the wall. I didn’t see who hit him first.Maybe it was Matteo. Maybe all three of them had. I couldn’t tell, but I could see the same amount of rage in all their eyes. But it was Luca who held the gun. Pressed against Marco’s temple. His voice didn’t shake when he demanded loyalty. Didn’t blink when Marco refused.And I watched. Frozen. Useless.I didn’t speak.Didn’t move.I asked him to stop. He didn’t have to kill Marco. But Luca d