All Chapters of Seducing My Husband's Brother : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

RYAN••••••••"Reigns!" He comes to stand beside me, a huge smile plastered on his face. "Such a pleasant surprise.""I do not share the same sentiments as you."His smile falters, but not all the way; a fraction of it remains glued to his horse face. "Always the cold Don." My brows draw together as he makes himself comfortable on one of the empty chairs at our table. And I was just about to ask why there are five chairs around a three people's table.Pointing his thumb at Leon, he says, "He'd have to sit or go wait with the other guards."My eyes drop to the last empty chair, and Leon gets the message immediately."Sit it is." Vincenzo whistles, sizing Leon."Seems we are here a bit too early," Kylian comments."Oh no, you are right on time." Vincenzo turns to him. "We are only waiting for the star guest. Once they arrive, we'd kickstart."The star guest?A star guest that's not a Reigns where there are two? That is definitely a jab on our person, but I let it slide. DeLuca can play

RYAN••••••••"Love keeps no record of wrongs. First Corinthians. Thirteen. Verse five."I can still hear Purity's voice saying those words like it only happened a second ago. No. That's not when I first found myself magnetically drawn to her, but this particular moment stuck.If she's that versed in religion, then she's definitely a grounded Mexican, right? Hence my next move.I ended up having to wait for the courier for an hour after Purity left. The only reason he didn't lose his head that day was because his service was satisfactory.He gave me just what I needed.All the dirt I needed on the Del Infernos.How is it possible that a cartel family has 'dirt' that could possibly destroy them? Simple. The jefe's paternity is questionable."Marco."Kylian pulls my attention with that single word."What?" Seems he got Ryat's attention too.Tipping his head ahead, he repeats, but clearly this time. "Marco Santoro."Ryat turns to look. "Ow. Him." He turns back. "What about him?""He only

PURITY •••••••••• They say the De la Cruz blood is tainted. That no matter how hard we try, no matter how hard we want, we can never cleanse ourselves of the crimes that those before us have committed. That we'd never be able to completely move away from that life... from this life. This fact has been proven times without number in my twenty-six years of living. From when I was fooling around with the Jefe's brother, to when I lost my virginity to the son of a plaza boss, to my many many wild adventures in Spain. The hunger for danger has always fueled me, influencing my choices in this world. It's the same hunger that had me at my aunt's feet, begging that she saw me through the family's cartel business. Papá can pretend all he wants, but we all know he misses it too. He misses the thrill. He misses the times when he'd go from doorsteps, serving the Del Inferno's justice. Those times when his gun was next to his heart, after my mom. Those times when the rooms fell silent when

PURITY••••••••••Ignacio Del Inferno was like my first boyfriend. It was unavoidable since we grew up together, played around La Casa de los Reyes whenever I visited with my father, and were later arranged for each other.He's King's younger brother and, quite honestly, that's his only attractive.Nacho has none of the striking physical allure of a classic villain—the very traits his brother carries with effortless ease.This difference is one of the many reasons why people whisper illegitimacy conspiracies in the shadows—whoever is either bold enough or drunk enough to speak of it publicly ends up missing within a twenty-four hour gap.My father moving our family to Mexico City spelled the doom of that cursed relationship. This would be our first time meeting since then.Nacho's hands squeeze me again, drawing me further into the smell of tobacco, alcohol, hard drugs, along with faint traces of a perfume that still clings pitifully to him."How long has it been?"I pull away, taking

RYAN••••••••In. Out.Breathe in. And out.My hand tightens around Purity's wrist, almost crushing her bones.Despite my gentle warning, Prince stands toe to toe, lifting his shoulders in a bid to amplify his short height.Since time immemorial, Valente has moved with caution. Always dealt with caution; always killed with caution. We avoid problems to the best of our capability, so whenever there's a war, or any form of altercation involving us, rest assured, we aren't on the offensive.By that logic, a clash with the cartel is something we'd avoid like the plague.But after my father's 'collections' led to the death of a Valdez heir eleven years ago, keeping the peace became nearly impossible.That's why, five years ago, I followed a tip on the black market—someone was selling valuable information on King, and I had no choice but to see where it led.My decision to pursue that information is why I'm here now, facing off with Prince. Why I might rewrite Valente history and take the o