All Chapters of Crossing Lines with My Ex’s Mafia Brother in Law: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ava’s PerspectiveI wanted to push Alexander away, to tell him no, but my eyes kept darting to the ugly wound across his stomach. What if I pressed too hard? What if I hurt him worse? The thought froze me, made my hands useless at my sides.All I could manage was a trembling whisper, “You’re hurt…”Alexander only smirked, unfastening my buttons one by one as if I hadn’t spoken, his voice dripping with innuendo. “And still strong enough to fuck you through the mattress.”A tremor shot through me, my knees weak, heat flooding low in my belly. I hated how the words alone made me throb, how my body clenched around nothing, already slick with need. I shuddered, biting my lip, praying he didn’t notice how fast my breath was breaking.He seized my wrist and shoved it against the bulge straining in his trousers, grinding me against his cock until I gasped. His lips brushed my ear, cold and mocking. “So afraid of my wound, but not afraid of what I’ll do to you?”The cruel tease made my thighs p

Ava’s perspectiveThe ceremony started at exactly nine. Not a minute late, not a second early. The Clarkes treated time like law, and this morning was no different.One by one, members of the Clarke family filed in—a steady stream of black suits and sharp heels. I’d seen some of them before, but never all together like this. The hall seemed to shrink as they gathered: uncles, cousins, distant relatives whose names I didn’t even know, each carrying themselves with the kind of arrogance only power could breed. Their faces were solemn, but their eyes glittered cold, calculating, as if grief were just another role to play.It was grand, overwhelming, almost suffocating. This looked nothing like a family mourning their dead. It was more like an empire parading itself. And yet everywhere I looked there were wet eyes, lowered shoulders, the careful mask of grief.Except Alexander.He stood off to the side, cold and detached, a faint smirk pulling at his lips like the whole thing amused him. A

Eddy’s PerspectiveI held the gauze steady against Alexander’s side, threading the needle like I’d done a hundred times before. For anyone else, this kind of wound might’ve been a big deal, but with him it was just another evening. Still, I frowned as I closed the edges. The cut wasn’t deep, but the skin around it was ragged, torn in a way that didn’t match a clean blade.“Strange one,” I muttered under my breath, tightening the stitch. “Shallow, but torn up like this. Almost looks like it got yanked open instead of cut.”Alexander didn’t flinch, didn’t answer. Same as always.When I shifted behind him to check the rest, something caught my eye. Thin red lines raked across his back—scratches. Not the kind you got in a fight. I arched a brow and gave a low whistle, more amused than anything.“Scratch marks?” I said lightly, leaning back on my heels. “Could those be from Miss Morgan earlier?” A grin tugged at my mouth. “But that can’t be right—you only just came back from the Light Cult’

Alexander’s PerspectiveAva’s gasps bled through the speaker, soft but sharp, and every one of them crawled under my skin. Her little voice, the way she moaned my name—it was enough to make my cock hard against the inside of my pants. I tightened my grip on the phone, forcing the heat down.“Carl,” I said, voice flat, “take the phone from her.”There was shuffling, the sound of her struggling, then his voice came on. “ Brother?”“Listen carefully,” I told him. “Get her out of the Light Cult’s territory. Now. I don’t care how. Bring her to me.”There was a pause. When Carl spoke again, his tone was flat but edged. “Brother, you know how things are in the Light Cult’s territory. There are eyes everywhere. Getting a living person out isn’t easy.”I leaned back in my chair, jaw tightening. My patience had limits. “Trying to take advantage of the chaos?”He sighed. “ Brother should know I wouldn’t dare. Today, I’ve already crossed Vivian. Who knows what’ll happen now that we’ve burned our b

Ava’s PerspectiveMy heart slammed against my ribs the moment Vivian’s fingers brushed the blanket.She was right beside me—I could feel the faint drag of air as she leaned closer. If she pulled even an inch farther, the lie would crumble.I kept my breathing slow, measured, the shallow rhythm of sleep. Every muscle in my body screamed to move, but I didn’t dare.Her hand tightened on the fabric.Then—“Vivian!” Olivia’s voice cracked across the room like a whip.Vivian froze.I almost sagged with relief.Then I heard Olivia’s footsteps draw closer, her tone sharp and laced with disdain.“Why are you still hovering here? First, you help her with punishment, and now you’re wasting time fussing over her again?”I felt the suffocating weight of her gaze on me. “Tell me, Vivian—do you actually care about Ava, or are you just trying to challenge my authority in this house?”A tense silence followed, heavy as a storm about to break. I could feel the air thickening with the strain of it, Vivi