Lahat ng Kabanata ng Choked And Claimed By My Brother’s Best Friend : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

We hadn’t talked since I’d sent Jonas his way, but his words left little room for protest. The back of my neck prickled, because if he didn’t elaborate in front of his colleagues on why we had to go, my chances of sitting in a chair next to Allie’s bed, waiting for her to wake up, had just slimmed to zero. I signed the discharge form on the dotted line. Immediately the doctor dropped the tweezers on the medical tray and held her hands up in surrender.“Shirt?” Ivanis asked.“Gone.”“Take this until we get to the car.” He shrugged out of his lab coat and tossed it at me. I couldn’t suppress the grimace as the stiff fabric slid over the open wounds on my arm, but it was better than going half-naked, wherever it was we were going. I glanced down at the tattoo marking the inside of his forearm.Il ne faut pas réveiller le chat qui dort.The French version of ‘let sleeping dogs lie’. I hadn’t, and I was about to face the consequences.“Care to tell me what’s happening?” I a

Julius raised an unimpressed brow and shook the dirt off his leather shoe. “Didn’t I tell you to go to sleep?”“Has nobody ever taught you how to treat a lady?” I countered, slowly stepping forward. I had no plan other than keeping him talking to keep the gun down.“Lady? Her?” He swiveled out of his chair and waved his gun in the general direction of Constance . “That’s rich coming from you. Weren’t you pretending to be her?”“Is that what this is about? You’re pissed because you didn’t get to meet the real Constance Montana?”“Please,” he grunted. “I’m glad you replaced her. I doubt the real Constance would have dropped her panties within three weeks of meeting my brother. She might actually be more of a lady than you are. You barely hesitated to dump your precious boyfriend, so Alonzo can finger your little cunt inherliving room. You’re going to be much easier to handle than that frigid ice princess.”What did you tell him about me?I told him fucking n

11 DAYS.That’s how long it took for my life to be irrevocably changed, only to fall back into a daily routine.Access to his personal computers made it easy to link Julius to the money taken out of Xenos ’s accounts to pay off the Yelchin family, and with that in hand, it was even easier to make it look like he’d fled the country.I’d expected to mourn him more, but despite being brothers, it had been a long time since we’d been family.Brothers firsthad been our mother’s words over and over again, until the word ‘brother’ had lost all meaning. The Julius who had held my hand while our parents threw books and vases at each other, who lay in the twin bed next to mine at Casa de Camila while our father and grandfather argued business, who spent countless nights sleeping at the dining table with me - that Julius had been long gone.Once that was settled, Bruce and I moved into an apartment halfway between her house and mine. My place had been too small, but there was n

“This is tasteless. Just tasteless.” I held the lurid paperback up like it was evidence in a crime. “It’s called Underwater Sex.”Only Alonzo would send me something like this. Only Alonzo would think dumping nearly a thousand books on my doorstep—delivered in crates so heavy the movers cursed—was some grand gesture. I hadn’t even wanted to accept them. But returning that many boxes would’ve cost a small fortune. So, instead, my friends and I had spent the afternoon in my spare bedroom, trying to sort through the chaos.At least it had turned into a group project.Tatiana snatched the offending book from me and flipped it over. “Oh relax. It’s not about kinky mermaids, it’s about how fish procreate.” She raised one brow. “Honestly? I expected dirtier from him.”Daphne leaned over her shoulder, reading the blurb. “Wait—hold on. Did you know male seahorses are the ones that get pregnant? Not the females?”“Yes,” Constance and Victor said at the exact same time.We all turned. Constance

Constance had stuck true to her word and gave me the house every first weekend of the month, staying with Victor, so I could have people over. I had spent all evening on Tinder, swiping left on douchy tagline after douchy tagline.Daphne and Tatiana had helped me set up a profile that boiled down to ‘want to get laid without getting murdered please’ before both of them had left me to my own devices - Tatiana to get laid herself, Daphne to go to family dinner.I swiped right on a handful of profiles. However, by my second glass of wine and yet another ‘unmatch’ after the most uninspiring three lines of conversation, I understood that someone could look like they fucked (thanks Tatiana) but their spelling made it virtually impossible to even think about fucking them. I really wanted to fuck them, too. Just to test the waters. Test some of my newfound knowledge. But how could my loins catch on fire if this guy didn’t even know the difference betweentheirandthey’re?I gra