Semua Bab FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Kasey's POV I met Leo McIver when I was five. Fell in love with him when I was ten. And at twelve, I decided I was going to marry him. The problem was, he never looked at me that way.I had loved him for years, quietly, hopelessly, from the edges of his world. But he never noticed me. He moved through life like I was just another shadow, another background detail in a world built for him. And trust me, I tried everything. Being near him, laughing with his friends, sitting within his orbit at every club event—I was always there. I even tried the desperate move of pretending I didn’t care, ignoring him for weeks until the sheer silence felt like screaming. I told myself he’d notice eventually. That one day, he’d stop seeing me as Kasey, the Vice President’s quiet daughter and actually see me. ​But he never did. He just kept living his life, and in his life, I was invisible. Now, at twenty-one, I was still staring at him through a screen like some obsessed idiot. He was shirtless

"Well? Cat got your tongue, Trouble? Or are you just happy to see me?" Landon’s voice brought me back, his focus entirely on me again I tried to act unfazed. "Yeah, well, Tess and Maeve dragged me here. I didn’t wanna come." I answered his previous question as I stepped closer, taking in his towering presence and inhaling that familiar unique scent that always made me feel strangely safe. "Mhmm." He raised an eyebrow. "And here I thought you came to cheer for me." I laughed, shaking my head. "You’re not the one getting initiated, Reaper." "Still. I look damn good in firelight, don’t I?" he quipped, turning his shoulder so the club patch caught the glow." I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help smiling. "You’re insufferable." He took a slow sip of his beer, his eyes glinting with amusement. "There it is. The smile I came for." Before I could respond, someone called his name from across the courtyard, waving him over. Landon hesitated, his gaze flicking briefly toward Leo who was n

Landon’s POV The heavy bag swung hard as I drove my fist into it, the leather groaning in protest. Each hit echoed through the room, blending with the thick air that reeked of sweat and that faint metallic tang of blood; a familiar, comforting stench that usually cleared my head. Tonight, it wasn’t fucking working. "You’re losing your touch, Reaper," Tyler grunted, dancing around me on the mat, his fists raised. "Or are you just getting slow in your old age?" I didn’t answer. My mind was a thousand miles away on her. "He kissed her, Reap." Her small and shattered voice echoed in my skull, overlaying the thud of my own heartbeat. It had taken every ounce of control I possessed not to turn my bike around, ride back to the bonfire, and put my fist through my little brother’s pretty-boy face. "Hey Reaper!" Tyler’s gloved fist jabbed out, catching me hard on the shoulder. I barely felt it. The phantom sensation of her body pressed against my back during the ride home was infinitely

Landon’s POV I was in the shower. Yet again. For the fourth fucking time today. And for a guy who usually only showered twice a day, that was saying something. I wasn't dirty. Hell, I'd barely stepped outside all day, moving mostly between the kitchen and the gym, trying to burn off the static buzzing under my skin. But every damn hour, I'd find myself under the scalding water again, cursing the steam, trying to convince my body to chill the fuck out.​It didn't. I’d been on edge the whole damn day. Probably because my little Trouble finally said yes to my fucked up offer. And that flipped a switch in me I didn't even know existed. It wasn’t just lust anymore; it was something darker and hungrier. A possessive kind of need that felt like it was carving new lines into my brain, rewiring every thought until she was all that was left.The more I tried to shake it, the worse it got. I'd been pacing like a damn animal all day, watching the clock tick down, waiting till I saw her again

He didn’t close the distance. He stopped, his breath warm against my lips. "He’ll come to you," he whispered. "And when he does, you’ll look at him just like that. And he won’t know what hit him."He pulled back and the sudden absence of his heat made me feel cold. The mask of indifference was back, but it was frayed at the edges, his breathing slightly uneven. He turned and swung a leg over his bike."Get on," he said, not looking at me. The moment was broken, but the ghost of it still tingled on my lips."Where are we going?"He finally glanced back at me, and the darkness in his eyes made my stomach flip. "You'll see." The engine roared to life."Now get on. We’re late."The ride south was quiet, too quiet.The engine’s roar was the only sound between us, a violent heartbeat tearing through the silent night. I clung to Landon, my arms wrapped around his torso and my cheek pressed against the cold, leather of his jacket.The wind screamed past, but beneath it, I could smell him—that i