Todos los capítulos de FOUR SHADES OF DREY: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Chapter 80 AureliaJulian was standing by the window again when I walked back into his office the next morning, the city spread out gray and glittering below him, his hands tucked into his pockets like a man waiting for weather to change."You didn't answer my texts last night," he said, without turning around."I was working.""On what, exactly?" He turned then, and there was something different in his face this morning, sharper around the edges than the calm he usually wore. "I heard you went to V-Spec."I kept my expression flat. "Where did you hear that?""Doesn't matter where I heard it." He crossed to his desk, sat on the edge of it instead of behind it, arms folded. "What matters is I'm starting to feel like I bankrolled a plan I'm not being shown the details of.""You bankrolled results," I said. "Not a play-by-play.""Aurelia...""You don't get to know every move," I said, cutting him off before he could finish whatever careful, reasonable thing he was building toward. "T

Chapter 82Aurelia I needed to make my next visit look like it was just happen and wasn't orchestrated by me.They were smart. If I keep meeting them in the I did, they'd know I came for revenge. And they shouldn't know. Not one bit. The next person on my list was Dreyden.I opened my laptop again, brought up a blank browser window, and started searching through the city's upcoming business schedules. I scrolled past real estate expos, charity luncheons, and private club dinners. None of those felt right. If I showed up at an event happening today or tomorrow, it would look rushed. Dreyden wasn't stupid. If I suddenly popped up right after seeing his brothers, he would start asking questions.If I wanted this to feel completely real, I had to tread carefully. I had to wait.Then I found it.The regional Port Authority public briefing. Three days from now, held in the main conference hall downtown.I looked at the attendee list printed on the side of the screen. The Grey family n

Chapter 84Dreyden The gym sat on the edge of the warehouse district, a squat brick building with Drayton's name hung over the door in metal letters, put up the year he turned pro. Even from the parking lot, I could hear the dull, steady thud of leather hitting canvas coming from somewhere inside.I parked crooked and didn't bother straightening it out. I walked in already working the buttons of my shirt loose with one hand, my jacket left behind on the passenger seat where I'd thrown it without thinking twice.The place smelled the way it always smelled, sweat and leather and the sharp chemical bite of whatever they used to mop the floors every night. Under the bright fluorescent lights, two men were still working. One threw punches at a heavy bag near the far wall. The other shadowboxed in front of a long mirror, moving with the kind of ease you only get from doing something ten thousand times over.I peeled my shirt the rest of the way off as I crossed the floor, folded it once

Chapter 86DreylenI've spent my whole life learning to read a room without anyone catching me at it. Standing at those ropes that night, watching my brother take shot after shot from a man built to hurt people for a living, I read this one easy enough.Nobody here was going to stop it on their own.Drayton wouldn't, because some stubborn, loyal part of him thought letting Dreyden take a beating was the same thing as letting him grieve properly. Dreyven wouldn't, because he'd gone somewhere quiet behind his own eyes the second he said her name, somewhere none of us could follow him to. And Dreyden sure wasn't going to stop himself, not when getting hit again and again seemed to be the only thing actually working.That left me. It usually did.I'm not built like the rest of them. I don't fix things with my fists, and I don't fix things by taking charge of a room either. What I do is notice, quietly, from a few steps back, until noticing turns into something I can't just sit on anym

Chapter 88AureliaI told myself, the whole drive to the dinner, that I already knew exactly how this would go.I'd walk in. He'd see me. Whatever mask he'd built for himself over the last five years would crack for half a second before he caught it, the way it had with Dreyven in that garage, the way it had with Dreyden in that hall, also the way it had with Dreyton in that club and in that half second I'd finally get the thing I'd come there for.I was wrong within about ten seconds of walking through the door.He saw me the second I stepped past the check-in table. I know he did, because his gaze moved straight to me and held there, no wandering, no searching the room first the way people do when they're not sure what they're looking for. He knew exactly who he was looking at.And nothing on his face moved.No shock. No flicker of the boy I expecting. He looked at me, and went right back to the conversation he was having with an older couple in front of one of his canvases.He didn