Lahat ng Kabanata ng On My Brother's Bed : Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Chapter 42Rhett’s POVI’d left her place a few weeks ago, but I couldn’t stay away.The night was filled with the stench of gunpowder from the job I’d just pulled. I should’ve gone straight to the manor, and cleaned the blood off my knuckles, maybe even tried to sleep off the rage that was still forming in my gut. But none of that shit mattered when the only thing circling through my head was Astrid. Her touch.I’d told myself walking away was the safest choice and giving her distance would untangle whatever mess was growing between us. Yet here I was, driving back to Micah's place like some goddamn addict chasing his fix.By the time I pulled up outside, the windows were dark, the place asleep. I'd drove down here after I got an info from my source that she'd gone with Talia. Damn Talia.I killed the engine, hopped down, and scaled the wall like I’d done a hundred times before. My shoes landed soft on the balcony as though the shadows themselves were pulling me in.Her window was

Chapter 44Rhett’s POVThe smell of antiseptic clung to the back of my throat when I stirred, the world swimming into focus under the dim fluorescence of a hospital room. My head throbbed, every pulse of blood reminding me I was still alive.I tried to push myself upright, only for a hard crack to land across my shoulder.I jerked, groaning.“Better stay put if you want to keep your bones intact,” a voice rasped.My gaze snapped sideways, narrowing on the figure planted in a chair beside my bed. A walking cane rested in Alfredo’s hand, his hawk-like eyes fixed on me with grim disapproval.“Nonno,” I muttered, my throat dry.Alfredo leaned forward, the cane balanced against his knee. “You’re so reckless. If you think you can cheat death by sheer stubbornness, you’re a bigger fool than I thought.”I frowned, settling back against the pillows, though the ache in my chest said otherwise. “How did I even get here?”Before Alfredo could respond, the door swung open. Dominic strode in, phone

Chapter 46Rhett's POV The gun felt heavier than I imagined.Its cold weight in my palm felt like judgment itself.The man tied to the chair trembled before me, his face a map of bruises and blood. His eyes slowly darted between me and my father, silently pleading. I could hear his wheezing breath.“Dammit. Kill him already.” Dominic's voice came from behind, his tone impatient.I gulped and turned to Dominic. “I can't.”“Don't make me regret this.” Dominic seethed.I looked at the man again. He was crying now, whispering through swollen lips. “Please… I told you everything. Please, I have a family.”My hands shook slightly when I pulled the gun up a bit. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, thick and suffocating. I could barely breathe.“Do it,” Dominic repeated.The trigger was rough under my finger. My vision blurred, sweat dripping into my eyes.I couldn’t. I couldn’t damn do it.The man’s breath hitched as I aimed, and I suddenly saw a flicker of relief in his eyes. Like

Chapter 48Rhett’s POVThe low hum of the ship engines was the only sound that filled the air. Salt spray stung my cheek as the wind whipped across the open deck.We had just finished another “exchange”, one of Dominic’s routine operations. The partners we’d met had left in a separate yacht, their silhouettes vanishing into the horizon, swallowed by the gray-blue sea.Dominic leaned against the railing, a cigar between his fingers, his broad shoulders squared in satisfaction. He looked every inch the man he wanted the world to fear. Just as ruthless as he always was.I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate. The wound at my side throbbed beneath the bandage, a reminder of the bullet I’d taken just a few weeks ago.“You could at least try to look alive,” Dominic drawled, turning his head slightly toward me. “We pulled off a clean run. That deserves a drink.”I snorted softly, my gaze fixed on the rolling water. “You’re serious? I was shot, and I’m still recovering. And you want me to drink?”

Chapter 50Micah's POV“What’s going on between you two?”My mind scrambled for a quick lie, but Astrid beat me to it first.“He’s fine, Mom,” she said quickly, brushing her hair from her face and forcing a small smile. “We were just talking about something stupid.”Mom’s brows drew together as if she didn’t fully believe her, but she smiled anyway. “Good. Then, Astrid, sweetheart, what would you like for lunch? I made your favorite–chicken alfredo.”Astrid nodded absently. “That’s fine.”I muttered something under my breath and turned, grabbing my bottle of water before walking out.Outside, I sank onto the porch railing, gripping the bottle tightly as the argument replayed in my head. I hated how easily she’d defended Rhett Rivers.Because of him, my sister had been taken. Because of him, I had to stand in front of Dominic and beg for her release.A muscle in my jaw ticked as I stared at the skylines ahead.“Rough day?”Dave’s voice broke through my thoughts. I turned to find him wa