All Chapters of FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The kitchen was warm and steamy, filled with the rich, heavy scent of garlic and rosemary. My mother stood at the stove, humming some old tune, completely lost in her own world. I watched the gentle sway of her hips for a moment before I spoke. "Hey, Mom."I called softly careful not to scare her. She usually startled easily. She turned from the stove, her face lighting up. "There’s my girl! How was your date with Tess and Maeve? Did you guys mend fences?" "We did," I sighed, leaning against the counter and stealing a piece of carrot from the cutting board. "It was good. Really good. I had missed them." "I’m so glad, honey. You need your friends." She stirred a pot of what looked like her amazing beef stew, my dad's absolute favorite. "So… did you finally go out with Leo? His mother mentioned at the last dinner we had with the other old ladies that he was working up the nerve to ask you officially. After all these years of you pining after him! Can you believe it?" I froze, the pi

My eyes fluttered open to darkness, my heart pounding in my ears. Something was wrong—really wrong. I couldn’t move my arms or legs. When I tried to sit up, my body barely lifted an inch before something tugged me back down. I pulled against the restraints, feeling the rough fabric of what looked like old t-shirts binding my wrists and ankles to the bedposts. I yanked harder, panic rising in my throat, but the bindings held firm. All I succeeded in doing was rubbing my skin raw. "You’re going to bruise yourself if you keep moving like that." The voice came from the foot of the bed. I froze, my heart leaping into my mouth. I knew that voice. "Landon? Is that you? What are you doing here? And why am I tied up?" The shadows shifted, and I could just make out the silhouette of a man kneeling between my legs. Slowly, he leaned forward into the faint light coming from under the door, and my breath caught in my chest. It was Landon alright, his eyes dark and intense as they raked ove

Landon’s POV I pulled up at the hospital, the early morning sun glinting off the glass and chrome facade. I'd been up all night, trying to track down William Antonellis, the head of the Falcone family and Kasey's future father-in-law. But the slippery bastard had disappeared off the face of the earth. I swear, if I didn't need him and his connections so damn bad, I'd strangle the old coot myself. I spotted Tyler's bike parked in the visitor lot and felt a wave of relief. At least my best friend was already here. Maybe he'd have some better luck dealing with the old man than I had. I strode into the hospital, my boots echoing on the polished floors. The air was sterile and antiseptic, a far cry from the leather and smoke of the clubhouse. I hated hospitals. Too many memories of patching up my brothers after runs gone wrong, of sitting vigil over comatose bodies while we prayed to God and begged the devil to let them wake up. Most of them didn't. I found Tyler in Anthony's room,

Kasey’s POV Everything around me was moving along just fine, but my world had narrowed to a single, devastating point in the back corner of the clubhouse, behind the pool table. To Landon. And her. The blonde from the other day. She was pressed between him and the wall, her back flattened against the peeling paint. Landon had one arm braced above her head, his body angled in, crowding her space the way he did mine when he wanted to kiss me. His face hovered close—too close. From where I stood, it looked… intimate. Like something private I wasn’t meant to see. My entire body went cold, then blazing hot in a sickening wave. He told me nothing was going on, so why was he holding her like that? I could feel Maeve and Tess freeze behind me awkwardly, like they weren’t sure whether to say something or pretend they hadn’t seen it either. "Landon?" I called out quietly not sure if he’d even hear me. His head whipped around. The second his eyes landed on me, his entire face changed. Th

He looked fucking furious. His eyes were wild with fury and his chest was heaving with heavy breaths. "Landon, how did you... what are you doing here?" "What am I doing here?" he snarled. "That’s a fucking good question. I’m here to see if my brother’s tongue is down your throat yet. Did you have fun on your little date, Kasey? Did you let him put his fucking arm around you in the dark?" The anger that had been a cold knot in my stomach flared into something hot and defensive. "It’s none of your business what I do!" "The hell it isn’t!” he shot back, his face inches from mine. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them, the usual warmth completely gone. "You think sending me a few pathetic texts fixes it? You think that erases you throwing yourself at him to get back at me?" "I wasn’t. I was just —" I started, but the lie died in my throat. That was exactly what I’d done. "You were just trying to piss me off." He took a step closer, caging me against the sink. "And you fucking