Todos os capítulos de TAMING THE BILLIONAIRE; My Brother's Best Friend : Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Aaron’s POVThe soles of my feet felt like they were filled with wet cement as I entered the short path that led from my house to Ethan’s. It was just short. It had never been far. Every step was a punishment that I had caused upon myself. I paused at the foot of the porch, transfixed in front of the door that seemed like it was close to bursting.My hand trembled in mid-air.Knock. Don’t knockLeave. Stay.Memories swirled in my head. Ethan smiling on this very porch. Connor leaning on the railing with his beer. Sandra calling us in with dinner. It all seemed to belong to another world, another lifetime, another me.I swallowed hard and knocked.Once.Two.My heart pounded so hard in my chest that I could have vomited.Different thoughts filled my head like how the wrong person could open that door and everything could go horribly wrong. And as for Connor. He could break more than my nose and ribs this time. And if it was Ethan. Just the look on his face would be enough to kill me.

EthanThe very mention of his name struck me a slap on the face.My body jerked before my mind could react. Quick, instinctual, as if I’d been caught with my hands in the cookie jar even though I hadn’t moved. My heart thumped loudly in my chest. I could have sworn my mom could hear it pounding. For an instant, the world spun. I gasped for breath as if it had been punched in my chest."Ethan," my mom said calmly, steady as always. "Hey. Breathe."Her hands were already on my shoulders, grounding me. Firm, with a gentle touch. She squeezed once, twice, her thumbs deliciously digging into muscle as if she were planting me in the bed, in the moment.“It’s okay,” she said. “Everything’s fineBut it wasn't,nothing was okay.My mind was racing ahead of myself, spinning out in streaks ahead of the pace I could control.Aaron was here.In Texas.In this house.How?Why?What could he possibly wantThe questions piled on top of each other until they blurred, until they were only a murmur, o

Aaron’s POVI sat there in the small, sterile room, my hands shaking. My jacket felt too heavy, my chest tight. Across from me, the police officer had a notebook and a pen, flipping through pages like he already knew I was trouble. His eyes were sharp, but he didn’t look angry yet. Just… watchful.“Tell me again,” he said slowly, tapping the pen against his notebook, “you said what happened to Mr. Paul Baxter?”My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard. My voice came out small, weak. “I… I accidentally killed him. He was trying to hurt me. He had information… information I didn’t want anyone to know. I… I struggled. I was just twenty. I didn’t know what I was doing. I didn’t know what could happen. I…”My words were shaky, all tumbling out too fast, too messy.The officer leaned back slightly, his face shifting as he tried to keep a neutral expression. He didn’t interrupt yet, but his pen slowed. My hands were folded on the table, trembling. “I went to a new city. After I buried him

Ethan’s POVBy the time I finished with the spreadsheets, the sky outside my office window had gone dark. Not fully night yet, but that deep blue shade that told you the day had slipped away without asking for permission. My eyes burned, my shoulders ached, and my brain felt like it had been wrung dry.I realized I had fallen back into a familiar loop,I used in warner industries.Work until I was too tired to think.Work until my thoughts went quiet.It was the same thing I had done months ago. Bury myself in tasks so I would not feel. So I would not remember. So I would not ache.Alex had brought it all up earlier without meaning to. Innocent, casual, careless in the way people are when they do not know where your wounds are. And now my body buzzed with a restless need. A need to talk to Aaron. To know where he was. To know if he was okay.But I could not.I physically could not.The thought of hearing his voice hurt too much. My chest felt tight, my throat sore, my hands shaky. It h

Jack's pov The phone buzzed again by my side but I muted it and flipped it over, I had nothing to say to him.Because what exactly do you tell someone who proved to suddenly be everything you were sure he wasn't?.Memories of that night flooded my mind.The way Aaron had bled and Connor wouldn't stop hitting him,And this all happened as a reaction to him being alive and living a life away from his family secretly.I felt so useless.He was so sure.So readyTo inflict so much pain on someone that had hurt him.Maybe calling him a hypocrite wasn't a great idea, but I felt so much negative emotion I didn't even know where to put them.Especially since I related more to the person being beat up than the person doing the beating—which so happened to be my friend and boss.I let out a loud sigh, getting up and making my way back to the bottle, I shouldn't have answered that call in the first place.I needed time to think, not get worked up all over again.It was past 1 for God sake and I