บททั้งหมดของ Tangled With The Other Brother: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Jaxx’s Point Of ViewThe weight of Roman’s words sat between us like a loaded gun.“It’s about your grandfather,” he’d said, and even now, the echo of it rippled through my skull.I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to roll my eyes so hard they might stick. The old man, always the old man. He never stopped, not even after all these years, not even after all I’d done to carve out my own place, my own power, my own name.I turned slowly, picking up the glass again. The whiskey burned down my throat, a fire I almost welcomed. Then I set the glass aside with a loud, deliberate clink.“What about the old man?” I asked, my voice flat but edged with steel.Roman exhaled sharply through his nose, pacing a little, like a wolf in a cage. His shoes clicked against the polished floor, his hand raking through his dark hair before he stopped, turning to face me.“He’s still on the same topic,” Roman said. “Taking over the clan. Coming back to Italy. He doesn’t quit, Jaxx. He’s relentless.” His eye

Elena’s Point Of ViewI sat cross-legged on the bed, the duvet a mess beneath me, papers scattered across the sheets like a storm I hadn’t yet cleaned up. Folders stacked half-open, receipts folded into worn envelopes, property documents with my name scrawled on the edges, everything I’d quietly collected, piece by piece, in preparation for this moment.Escape.The word sat in my chest like both a curse and a promise.I dragged a hand through my hair, exhaling slow, steady, the way someone does when they’re trying not to drown. My marriage to Graham wasn’t just a chapter I could slam shut, it was a prison with locks on every corner, a maze designed to keep me trapped. But I was done. Done with the bullshit, the cutting insults he threw at me like knives, the humiliations he enjoyed watching me squirm under, the way he made me feel small even in my own house.I was done being a slave to my fears.But done didn’t mean careless. Done meant calculated.I leaned forward, pulling another fo

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe sound of my name on his tongue made something inside me jolt. I stared at him, unable to move, my breath lodged in my throat. His eyes stayed on mine, dark and relentless, and for a moment the boutique… the mirrored walls, the racks of shimmering dresses, the faint music floating from the front room, blurred into nothing. It was just him, too close, too still, too much.My gaze flicked downward, a nervous reflex, and landed on his mouth. My heart skipped once, hard, as if it knew a secret my mind refused to face. ‘No. No, Elena, get a grip on yourself.’ My fingers dug into the edge of the dressing table behind me. My knuckles went white.But he stepped closer anyway.The air between us thinned to a thread. His scent… clean leather, spice, something darker underneath, wrapped around me, hot and dizzying. He didn’t touch me yet, but it felt as if he had. My knees weakened, thighs pressing together unconsciously, my body betraying me even as my mind screamed sto

Elena’s Point Of ViewHis hand slid up, fingers threading into my hair at the base of my skull. His mouth hovered at my ear again, voice low, rougher than it had ever been. I could feel the hunger in it, the restraint snapping strand by strand.“Bambina,” he rasped, his breath hot against my skin, “how on earth am I supposed to be strict with you when every little thing you do right now gives me a hard-on, huh?!”And then he didn’t wait for me to answer.His lips crashed onto mine, hard, demanding, stealing the air straight from my lungs. The kiss was wild, all teeth and tongue and pent-up need, and before I could even gasp, his mouth was parting mine, claiming, tasting, devouring like he’d been starving and I was the only thing that could satisfy him.My knees nearly buckled. My hands, traitorous as ever, fisted into his shirt, yanking him closer even as my mind screamed no, no, no. But my body… oh God, my body had already betrayed me. My lips opened under his, matching his heat with

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe drive felt like a runaway heartbeat. My hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles went white, Lexy’s question hammering at the back of my skull like a drum I couldn’t silence.‘What do you want, Elena?’It should’ve been an easy question. Everyone should know what they want. Freedom. Safety. Love. Revenge. But my thoughts twisted in circles, a knot that wouldn’t untangle.The city blurred past me… shops, traffic lights, strangers walking dogs. None of it mattered. I didn’t even know where I was heading. All I knew was that every mile between me and that house made it easier to breathe.The ring on my finger glinted in the weak afternoon light. Graham’s ring. A band of gold that felt heavier than a shackle. I twisted it, pulled at it, even thought about flinging it out the window at one point. But my fingers wouldn’t let go. It was like my body and my mind were at war.“God…” I muttered under my breath, my eyes stinging. “I just want to be free.