Semua Bab Cage to Cage: Bab 111 - Bab 120

BRYNN POVVex’s arms tighten around me, pulling me closer against his chest.His heartbeat slows beneath my ear, steady and grounding. I can feel the rhythm of it—measured, powerful, human. His fingers glide along my bare shoulder, the touch so gentle it barely feels real.“I didn’t think I was capable of this,” he murmurs. “Not until you.”The words are soft, almost swallowed by the quiet.He finds my hand beneath the sheets and threads his fingers through mine.“We should sleep.”But neither of us moves. His body curves around me protectively, his warmth seeping into my skin.Outside, the moon spills silver light across the marble floor. The distant sound of waves becomes a slow, steady pulse beneath the silence.Vex presses his lips to my forehead—a simple gesture, yet somehow more intimate than anything that came before.“Stay with me,” he whispers. “Not just tonight. But here. For good.”His voice is rough, thick with emotion he’s never allowed himself to show.I tilt my head to

VEX POVBrynn walks to the terrace railing, her hands resting lightly on the cool marble as she looks out over the endless blue of the Mediterranean. The morning sun glints against her skin, gilding every line of her silhouette.I move in behind her, close enough that my chest brushes her back. My arms slide around her waist, drawing her against me until I can feel her heartbeat beneath my palms.Her hair slips over one shoulder, and I lower my head, brushing my lips against the curve of her neck—right where I know she’s most sensitive.A soft shudder ripples through her. The sound that escapes me is low, unrestrained. It’s dangerous how easily she makes me lose control.She turns in my arms, her eyes already dark with want. The kiss that follows is deep, hungry—a continuation of everything we didn’t finish last night.I meet her urgency with my own, the restraint I pride myself on unraveling with every brush of her mouth. My hands slide into her hair, fingers tangling as I angle her

KADE POVThe line goes dead, but her voice doesn’t leave.It lingers — soft, uncertain — replaying in the back of my mind like an echo I can’t silence.I drag a hand over my face, staring down at the phone still glowing on the desk. For a second, I almost call her back. Just to hear her breathe. Just to remind myself she’s still real.Instead, I shove the phone into the drawer and lock it.Out of sight.Not out of mind.The office at the club hums with low music and muffled voices from below — the sounds of a club running smoothly for once. I should feel satisfied. The shipments are back on schedule, the docks are clean, and no one’s bleeding out in the alley tonight. That should be enough.But it isn’t.Every report I sign, every order I give, my mind drifts back to her — the curve of her voice when she said my name, the faint hesitation that told me she wasn’t alone.Vex.Of course he was there.I grip the edge of the desk until my knuckles ache. The jealousy hits hard, ugly, and im

BRYNN POV The first thing I register is the headache. Not mine — Vex’s. He’s on his back beside me, one arm flung over his eyes like he’s at war with the sun. The day is too bright for the amount of alcohol he let himself have last night. I can still smell tequila and cologne on his skin. A tiny, very un-mob-boss groan escapes him. I smile. “Good morning, lightweight.” “Don’t,” he mutters without moving. “Everything is loud.” I laugh, rolling onto my side to face him. “Everything is normal. You’re just hungover for the first time in your life.” The arm over his eyes shifts. One dark eye cracks open, studying me. There’s a softness there — the kind that only shows up when he’s tired or right after he’s let himself be vulnerable. “It was worth it,” he says, voice rough. “You were happy.” I prop my head on my hand. “I was.” Memories from last night wash over me — the club, the slow dance, the way he didn’t kill the guy who tried to hit on me, the tacos on the hood of the car.

BRYNN POV Everything is quiet. Not the kind of quiet that feels empty — this one feels… full. Heavy with warmth and light. The pain is gone. So is the fear. I’m standing somewhere that doesn’t quite exist — a place stitched together from fragments of memory. The sea spreads out in front of me, endless and blue, the same color as Santorini. The air smells like salt and tequila and jasmine. And they’re both here. Vex stands to my right, dressed in black, hands in his pockets, watching the horizon like he’s calculating how to own it. His edges are sharp, defined — danger wrapped in quiet strength. Kade is to my left, leaning against a stone wall, cigarette burning low between his fingers. He’s all shadow and restraint, the kind of calm that hides chaos. For a moment, neither speaks. They just exist — together — in peace. I almost laugh. It’s ridiculous, impossible, and somehow… perfect. “Am I dead?” I ask softly. Vex turns, eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them. “Not yet.” K