Lahat ng Kabanata ng In His Brothers Bed: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Priya povKarl stepped forward, looking dandy with his black shirt and his coat lying on his hand. “You think you cool with your suit and tie? Fuck you. I called dibs on her first.” Karl’s jaw ticked.“You made a bet on my woman? Are you dumb?” “She's your woman?”“Are you fucking blind?”Dylan laughed dryly. “You know what cuz? You in my turf, so you obey my rules. You can't claim what's on my turf boy. Put some respect on my name.”Karl stepped closer, that slow dangerous grin spreading across his face. “Your turf? Really? How funny.”“What's funny, are you making fun of me? You won't be laughing once I call my boys on you.” “Call them, I'll wait.” Dylan whipped out his phone dramatically, typing like he was ordering pizza instead of backup.“Karl, this isn’t necessary,” I whispered. “His friends are rascals. Like… actual rascals. They might hurt you.”I tried reasoning with Karl but he only gave me a reassuring nod. “Don't worry about me.” After a few minutes, we saw a group of

Valeria pov How come nobody told me that pregnancy cravings are a nightmare? I'm having trouble sleeping and functioning properly. I want peanut butter on watermelon. It sounds crazy, yes, but it sounds delicious in my head. Priya has peanut butter but no watermelon. She's at work, so I can't bother her. I'll just rush to the market to get some. I thought the cravings would come later in the pregnancy, I'm four weeks in, and it's becoming unbearable.I tied my hair up and wore a casual fit as I stepped out. I took a cab, but I alighted a bit further from where I'd get the watermelon. I wanted to walk around a bit. To enjoy the atmosphere. It's been a long time since I took a walk around town. I finally got to the fruit shop, I bought what I needed to buy and stepped out. Just as I stepped out, I felt a little pair of arms wrapped around my legs. I turned to see a small boy with curly hair standing there. I bent to meet his height. He was crying, his face was red, and his nose was

Valeria povJust as I was getting ready to step out, a message appeared on my phone. It was from Massimo. “Don't do anything, my men and I are on it.” The message read. I lingered reading the message a little longer before grabbing my phone, shoving it into my pocket, and stepping out. Fine, I wasn't going to do anything out, I'm just going out for a walk. I hopeThe air outside was colder than I expected. Or maybe it just felt that way because my insides wouldn’t stop trembling. I had layered on two sweaters and a coat, yet the chill still found its way through the fabric and settled in my bones.Or maybe I was the only one cold.My eyes stayed glued to the pavement as I walked. I counted my steps.Another message appeared on my phone and I pulled it out to read it. It was from Sandor. “Where the fuck are you? Why are you not coming back to the house? Don't make me come looking for you. We're getti

Massimo povI stood in front of the balcony as I breathed out. The night was windy and serene. The moonlight cast long shadows on the trees. My grip on the rails tightened as so many thoughts ran through my head. There's no way I'm letting Val marry him. What at all can I do to change that? I heard my phone vibrate on the table and walked across the table to retrieve it. “Yes?”“Boss, I have news on the death of Father Donavon.” I exhaled sharply as I waited for him to speak. “I'm listening.”“We were able to retrieve the body of Father Donavon and asked a special doctor to perform the autopsy instead. Donavon had a wound on his leg, his right arm, his chest, and finally, his head. The pattern showed that whoever was behind it was trying to get information from him. When he grew tired of torturing him, he killed him. He removed all the bullets but the one in his head was wedged deeply so he couldn't, after removing it and testing it, we realised that the bullet was a custom-made

Priya povThe waiter finished pouring our wine and retreated, leaving the rooftop silent except for the distant hum of the city below. Karl was still leaning back, that playful smirk lingering on his face after calling me a witch.“You’re really going to stick with the witch theory?” I asked, trying to sound unimpressed despite the butterflies in my stomach. I took another sip of the wine. “I mean, look at you,” he said as he gestured toward me. “I’m a guy who usually has a plan. I’m always two steps ahead. But tonight? I’m just sitting here, staring at you, forgetting what I was even going to say. If that’s not a spell, I don’t know what it is.”I rolled my eyes again, and I heard him scoff. He didn’t follow it up with a wink or a nudge. He just looked at me. It was the most honest I’d ever seen him. We spent the next hour talking, truly engaging in conversation. He told me about his childhood, and I shared with him how I used to stay up late painting in my room until my fingers cr