Semua Bab Tangled With The Other Brother: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe sound of my name being called snapped me back into the room. For a moment, I had forgotten where I was, the dazzling chandeliers, the perfectly dressed guests, the gentle clink of glasses. All eyes turned toward me with warm applause. My chest tightened, not from nerves, but because I knew I couldn’t falter. Not now.I stood slowly, smoothing the front of my dress. My hands lifted deliberately to my hair, brushing it into place, tugging just enough so the locks fell across my ear, concealing the discreet airpod no one could suspect. I could practically feel Jaxx smirking through the line, waiting, his heavy breathing already tickling against the silence only I could hear.As I moved toward the podium, the room seemed to shrink and expand at once. Every table, every flash of jewelry, every polite smile, it was all background. But Jaxx’s voice? That was sharp, molten, consuming.“Walk slow for me, Bambina,” he whispered, his voice sin and smoke in my ear. “Let

Elena’s Point Of ViewMy body felt like it had been wrung out, every muscle limp and quivering, like I had just run for miles barefoot across jagged glass. My lungs burned as though oxygen was some luxury I had to beg for, each breath coming shallow, frantic, broken. My skin was damp, trembling from aftershocks that refused to settle, and the weight of his arm around me felt like an iron shackle, steady, immovable, inescapable.I wanted to move. I wanted to scream. I wanted to claw his face off. But all I could do for those first few moments was lay slumped against his chest like some ragdoll he had used and discarded. His heartbeat thrummed steady, smug, unbothered, like he hadn’t just dragged me through hell and back with nothing but his will.And then his chuckle… low, dark, absolutely infuriating rolled above me.My lashes fluttered open, vision swimming, and I forced my heavy head to lift, glaring at him through strands of sweat-dampened hair. My voice was too shredded to work yet

Jaxx’s Point Of ViewHer words dropped like a blade across my chest.“You can keep the panties.”She didn’t look at me. Didn’t even give me the mercy of a backward glance. Just that rigid spine, trembling beneath pride that barely held her together. And then she was gone, heels striking the tiled floor, the sound echoing down the hallway like war drums.I stood frozen, the silence she left behind pressing in on me, heavy, suffocating. My knuckles itched with the need to slam the wall, to drag her back, to pin her against the door and force her to admit what was burning in those eyes before she looked away.But I didn’t move.Because I saw it.The way her legs faltered, just barely, as if the ground threatened to give out beneath her. How her hands curled into fists at her sides, how she forced herself to keep walking upright, like pride was the only rope keeping her from collapsing.God, Elena.You hate me. You want to tear me apart. And still, that hate was laced with fire.I leaned

Jaxx’s Point Of ViewI leaned in, lips curling at the corner of his ear, every word venom laced with mockery. “What are you going to do about it?”That snapped him. His face flared red, fury twisting his features into something almost grotesque. His hands shook as his fists clenched at his sides, the vein in his neck pulsing so hard I thought it might burst.“I will kill you!” he spat, his voice raw, ugly, more bark than bite.I laughed. Dark. Cruel. The sound slashed through the night, echoing in the empty parking lot like a taunt from the devil himself. I leaned back just enough to meet his wide, furious eyes, and smirked deeper.“You can try,” I said, my tone casual, conversational, as if we were discussing the weather. “Do your best, Graham. But make sure it hurts.” I tapped the ash off my cigarette, letting it fall between us like punctuation. “So when I retaliate, it’ll be sweeter.”His face contorted, rage bubbling, almost frothing. His breath came in ragged pants as he growled

Graham’s Point Of ViewI watched him go.The cigarette smoke curled into the night like a dark flag and Jaxx’s silhouette melted into the shadows until he was just a memory in the shape of a man. My hands tightened without my permission, fingers balling into fists until the knuckles cracked. Fury heat-stung behind my eyes… hot and stupid and immediate. That bastard. How dare he? Who the hell did he think he was, barging into our night like he owned the air Elena breathed?My face throbbed where his fist had hit me, a dull, aching ache that burned in the bones and made light flare at the edges of my vision when I moved too fast. I tasted copper when I licked my lips. The blood had already dried in the corner of my mouth; the skin over my cheek tingled with the map of his knuckles. I let out a low groan, the sound more animal than man.“You’ll pay for this, Jaxx,” I muttered to the empty night even as I felt ridiculous saying it out loud. The words were small, inadequate, but I needed t