On My Brother's Bed のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Chapter 31Rhett’s POV“You stay the hell away from her.”After saying that, the next thing I heard was Dominic’s laugh. Deep. Guttural, and fucking infuriating. He went for long till he stopped and leaned back in his chair.“Che cazzo!” he barked, and slammed his hand down against the armrest of the oak chair. (What the fuck!) I watched his lips curve into a cruel smirk as his eyes found mine, gleaming with a mocking light. “Who is her, figlio? You storm into my house with fire in your eyes, barking about a girl. Who is she?Why don't you tell me?” he asked.I scoffed inwardly, refusing to say a word. My silence was as much a weapon as my fists, but the way his grin deepened told me he was already piecing it together.Dominic rose slowly, unhurried. He moved like a predator that knew his prey wasn’t going anywhere. Even now, with years carved into his face, he carried himself with the same power I remembered as a boy, the kind that made men bow without being told. The dim chandelie

Chapter 33Astrid's POV I walked out of the place to find Skye and Mikaela outside–both talking to someone I couldn't make out at first.I strode, my steps purposeful. But almost immediately, I froze when I saw him. Dave. My stepdad.My stomach dropped and my throat clenched. What was he doing here?I turned instinctively, hoping to slip away before he noticed me, but Skye’s voice pierced the air.“Oh, here she is!” Skye waved me over, a mischievous grin pulling at her lips. She reached me in three long strides, placing a hand on my arm with all the confidence in the world. “She’s the one you were asking after, huh?”My heart skipped for a second.My eyes darted from Skye to Mikaela, then to Dave. His gaze locked on mine, calm, too steady.When our gaze met, I felt something churn in me, my hands clenched. Was this old man keeping an eye on me or something?I didn't move. I didn't flinch. I just remained on my spot, glaring.Dave took a step forward, slow and deliberate. His eyes sof

Chapter 35Rhett’s POVI didn’t plan for any of this.Damn, the second the words ‘Let’s go out tonight’ left my mouth, I knew I’d screwed up. But Astrid had been standing there–wide-eyed, and something inside me wanted to push her, test her, and break that damn mask she always wore when she pretended not to care.So I did the one thing guaranteed to rip her open. I agreed to go out with Layla.And now, standing in the night air with Layla practically skipping beside me, I was already regretting it.The moment the door closed behind us, I dropped my hand from her waist as if her skin might burn my fingers. Layla didn’t seem to notice. She only smiled brighter, flipping her glossy hair back.“Want to take my car?” she asked, dangling her keys.I was halfway to pulling out my motorbike when I caught her expectant look. My jaw clenched as I muttered. “Fine.”We climbed into her car, and I sat stiffly in the passenger seat.She hummed cheerfully and glanced at me through the rearview mirro

Chapter 37 Rhett’s POV The sun hadn’t fully climbed the horizon, and yet Dominic had dragged me into his den like I’d never left it. I sat at the long oak table in the west chamber, men crowded every corner, the air tainted with the metallic tang of guns laid out like silverware. My father stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding, and his voice dripping with arrogance as he gestured toward what was stacked against the walls. “These,” he said, knocking ash from his cigar, “are the future. Precision, power, and reputation. Every one of them hand-crafted, imported, and worth more than your lives combined. Pay attention, Rhett. This is your inheritance.” But I wasn’t listening. Not really. I sat stiff, my arms folded, my eyes locked on him. The sound of his voice made every bile rise in my throat. My gaze drifted to the far wall where sunlight drifted through bulletproof glass. For a second, my thoughts weren’t on weapons or whatever the heck he was saying. I

Chapter 39Astrid’s POVThe door creaked open, and the space between Rhett and me vanished like smoke. I jerked back, my lips parting, my heart hammering against my ribs as though it wanted to escape. Rhett straightened, his hand falling away from mine so fast it was as if I’d burned him.Micah and the doctor walked in.Micah’s eyes swept over the room suspiciously. He didn’t say a word, but his gaze lingered on Rhett for a beat too long, narrowing as if he’d caught something out of place. The doctor, oblivious to the tension that was thick enough to choke on, moved to my bedside with a professional smile.“How are you feeling, Astrid?” the doctor asked gently, checking the monitors.I barely heard him. My pulse was still racing from Rhett’s nearness, from the almost-kiss that still lingered like a ghost on my lips. My eyes refused to move from Rhett. He stood rigid by the window. He still held that worried expression he had on earlier, but he said nothing.The doctor spoke again, ga