Todos los capítulos de FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Landon's POVI grabbed my duffel bag and started shoving clothes into it, not giving a damn if they wrinkled. I needed my shit and to get the hell out of here before I lost it."Where do you think you’re going?" The whine sliced through the room. Kendra stood in the doorway, one hand propped on her hip and the other cradling the swollen curve of her stomach. It looked like a goddamn basketball under her thin dress."Out," I grunted, not looking at her. I reached for my leather jacket on the chair. "Not that it's any of your business where I am going.""Out? That’s all you have to say? You abandon me here for weeks, and you just come back to pack? I need you, Reaper. I’m pregnant, in case you’ve forgotten. I need help. I can’t even get the fucking crib assembled.""Call your baby daddy. Let him assemble your crib.""And what about the doctor's appointment? I don't have anyone to take me because you've decided to bail. What kind of husband does that?" She asked.I finally looked up. "Go

Kasey’s POV"Are we ready to hear this little one?" the technician, Ms Linda asked, spreading more cold gel across my belly and moving the probe gently."I… I think so," I whispered, my stomach twisting with nerves.I wasn't ready. This was the first time I would actually see my baby and for some reason I was feeling so scared.Darren sat beside me with his fingers entwined with mine, gripping a little harder than necessary. Somehow, he looked even more nervous than I felt."Okay, let's see what we've got here," Ms Linda said moving the wand slowly, her eyes glued to the screen. "There's the gestational sac... looks good. And here's the yolk sac, nice and round. Everything's measuring right for ten weeks."I stared at the fuzzy black-and-white image, trying to make sense of it. It just looked like a blob to me, but then she adjusted the wand, and there it was—a tiny shape, like a bean with a flicker inside."And now, let's listen to the heartbeat," she said, flipping a switch. A fast

Landon's POV The chill of the basement was finally getting to me, seeping through the adrenaline and settling into my bones. I looked down at Malcolm Reeves, slumped in the metal chair, with his head tipped awkwardly to one side.Another fucking blackout.His face barely looked like a face anymore. He had bruises blooming in sick shades of purple and yellow, and dried blood crusted along his cheek and jaw. His lip was split wide and swollen to twice its size and one eye was nearly swollen shut. All me.A masterpiece, courtesy of yours truly.I watched his chest for a second, just to make sure it was still rising.It was.Barely."God dammit," I muttered, tossing the wet rag I’d been using in his face onto the concrete floor. It landed with a dull splat. Hours. Hours of this, since last night, and the bastard hadn’t given up a single useful thing. Just kept spitting insults, calling me a pussy and telling me my club was gonna burn for this."Jovi!" I called out in a hoarse voice.The

The home screen was a photo of Tess, Maeve, and Kasey. They were squeezed together on a couch, laughing. Kasey was in the middle, her brown hair falling in soft waves around her shoulders and those warm brown eyes crinkled at the corners with a joy so real it felt like a physical punch to my gut. She was blowing a kiss to the camera. A playful, carefree gesture that belonged to a different world. My world. On her wrist, glinting in the light, was the silver chain-link bracelet I’d bought her for her twenty-second birthday. She’d cried when I gave it to her and said it was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever given her. She never took it off. Now it was sitting on my bedside table back at the mansion, gathering dust since she left it behind. Seeing that it was on her wrist, the picture had to be from back when everything was good. Before the lies, before the club politics, before Darren fucking Antonellis. She looked so happy. So completely, perfectly mine. I swallowed hard an

I stepped out of the house with Darren, the warm sun hitting my face as we walked toward the garage tucked away in the corner of the compound. It was one of those fancy setups where the wealthy kept their cars lined up like trophies, all shiny and protected under a wide roof with high walls around it. Darren clicked the remote, and the sleek black SUV beeped to life. He opened the passenger door for me with a small smile, like he was trying to make this feel normal."Your chariot awaits, milady," he said, and I felt my lips stretch into a ridiculous, shit-eating grin that threatened to split my face. My cheeks burned, and I had to press a hand against my mouth to stop myself from laughing outright."Very well," I said solemnly, lifting my chin as I slid into the seat. "But pray tell, good sir, does this noble steed come with refreshments, or must I endure the journey in royal thirst?""Only the finest for my esteemed passenger," he beamed. "Climate-controlled comfort, imported sound