Todos os capítulos de The Billionaire's Little Brother: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Isabella’s POVWhen we got back to school, things pretty much slipped into a routine: school, tutoring, and statistics for the team for me. For Zander, it was school, tutoring, and football. At night, we’d either cuddle and watch a movie or head out to a study group with Suzie and Trina. A lot of the time, Niles and Devo would join us. It seems both Suzie and Trina were dating Niles at the same time. Hey, who am I to judge? I’m sleeping with the love of my life while being engaged to a future mafia Don.Saturday is the first away game that I have to travel with the team. I really don’t want it to be weird for Zander. So, I asked Coach to seat me up front with the staff, not back with the players, even though the players had requested me back there.Zander thought there had been a mistake with the seating, but I told him it was perfectly fine. That we could be apart for the five hours it took to get to Tuscaloosa by bus. He texted me most of the way there.Isabella: I’m starting to thi

Zander’s POVWow. That would completely explain why she has been so cryptic on social media about a present for the love of her life, but I never slept with her, which means, shit. Devo is going to be a dad. I looked over at Devo.“Holy fuck,” Devo exclaimed. “Bryanna is pregnant?”“Well, it seems that way,” I confirmed. “You do realize what that means, right?”We all stared in Devo’s direction. He was just oblivious to the situation.“Why are you staring at me?” Devo asked.“Devo,” Isabella said, puzzled. “Devo, think about it. You know where babies come from, right?”It was like we could all see the light bulb go off over Devo’s head.Devo gulped, “I’m going to be a daddy.”“If what we think is true,” I answered. “Yes, Devo.”Devo smiled widely. “I’m going to be a Daddy!” He cheered.“You’re happy about this?” Niles asked.“Yes, who wouldn’t be?” Devo said, smiling. “My boys can swim!”We all laughed.“I wonder if Bryanna wants to get married?” Devo stated.“You want to marry her?”

Isabella’s POVI explained everything to Suzie and Trina. I mean everything. They had lots of questions about the mafia. They even asked if I had ever killed anyone. Um, no, but honestly, I would to protect my friends, my family, and, most importantly, Zander. Then they wanted to know all the details about Zander and me. Lastly, they wanted to know about Antonio DeMarco, whom they both agreed was the worst man on earth, and I didn’t even tell them about the fact that he dressed me up as a little slutty doll to take me to the sex clubs.“So, you need to keep this absolutely quiet,” I said with a very serious tone. “Not a single person outside of our group can know about Zander and me.”“I swear that I won’t say a peep,” Trina declared.“Me neither,” Suzie agreed.“Well, hello, ladies,” Niles purred as he walked into the room with Zander.“Niles!” Suzie and Trina said in unison. They both ran to Niles, hugged him, and kissed him on the cheek.“Shall we leave Zander and Isabella alone?”

The ride home on the bus was pretty somber. We lost by one point on a last-minute field goal kick. I, however, was having a wonderful ride home. Isabella gave in and sat next to me on the bus. Coach had heard what had happened outside the hotel last night and told me to keep a close eye on Isabella. He even suggested that she sit with me. So here I am with Isabella asleep on my shoulder. Coach already discussed the threats and ridicule with the Cheer coordinator and Cheer Coach, and it was made clear that any harassment of another student or team staff would result in expulsion from the squad.I ended up looking for information on prenatal DNA testing online while on the bus. It seems it can’t be done until at least the seventh week, which is, of course, the weekend before my birthday. Great.I messaged Nathan as well, and he said he would set up the testing at the hospital. Nathan said he can make sure the test is tamper-proof and has the utmost faith in the hospital.So, the only th

6 weeks laterZander’s POVI can’t believe this semester is almost over. I really have to thank Isabella for getting me through this semester. It was hard to adjust to the pressure of college football and the heavier workload in the Economics program, but I have just one more exam to go. Isabella is ingrained in my life now. At school and football, we act like friends, but when we’re by ourselves at home, it’s like we’re a married couple. We’ve talked about everything and anything, shared our hopes and dreams, and explored our sexual relationship. We explored it a lot, maybe too much, because we can’t seem to get enough of each other. We have both come a long way from the timid virgins reading the condom package together, that’s for sure.“Zander, you got this exam this morning,” Isabella said, enthusiastically. “Just remember everything we talked about. You know your stuff, just believe in yourself the way I believe in you.”“I know. I had the best tutor with benefits ever,” I chuckl