All Chapters of FALLING FOR THE WRONG BROTHER. : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Kasey’s POV I curled up tighter in the bed, the sheets twisting around my legs like they were trying to hold me together. But nothing could. The sobs ripped out of me, shaking my whole body until my teeth chattered. Tears soaked the pillow, pooling under my cheek. I couldn't stop them. Wouldn't stop them even if I tried. How could he do this to me? The man who'd kissed me like I was his last breath, who'd touched me like he couldn't get enough. I could wrap my head around him putting my name up for that marriage deal with the Falcone family. Tyler had explained it clear enough—club politics, alliances, keeping the peace. It made a twisted kind of sense in our messed-up world. But the rest? The lies? That gutted me. Why had he fed me that bullshit about teaching me how to make Leo fall for me? He knew Leo had feelings for me. So why did he offer to give me the lessons? Was it all just so he could get me into bed? Just to claim all my firsts; my first real kiss and my first tim

I was on my feet now, the emptiness inside me howling, filling with a defiant heat that burned straight through my chest. "You want to know why I was distracted? Why I couldn’t think straight? It’s because every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. It’s because for four fucking years, since the night she kissed me, I haven’t been able to breathe right around another woman. It’s because the one time I tried to forget, I got drunk and made a mistake that’s sitting right there!" I gestured wildly at Kendra, who shrank back on her seat. "And it’s because the only time that goddamn hole inside me closes up, even for a second, is when I’m with her. So yeah, Dad. I’m in love with her. And it’s the only thing I’ve done in the last four years that doesn’t make me feel like I’m already dead." The outburst left me shaking. My old man just stared at me, his anger replaced by something worse; a deep, profound disappointment. Leo pushed off the doorframe and walked fully into the room. He d

Everyone was looking at me. My father’s face was tight and anxious, like he was silently begging me to say the right thing. Summer looked sad for me. Leo looked uncomfortable, like he wanted to help but didn’t know how without making it worse. Vince looked resigned, like this outcome had been decided long before tonight. I forced myself to meet Landon’s gaze across the polished mahogany. His eyes were empty and the glass of scotch was frozen halfway to his lips. He didn’t give me anything; no warning, no reassurance, no plea. Just a bleak, devastated intensity. Like he was waiting for me to say something. "I…" I didn’t want this. Any of it. I didn’t want to marry Darren Antonellis. I didn’t want to be a pawn in my family’s alliances. Once, a long time ago, I’d thought I would marry Leo. I’d believed it so completely it felt inevitable. That belief died the moment his older brother had first touched me. He’d taken my virginity, claimed every first, and I’d fallen so hard I

Landon’s POV My old man always said my biggest flaw was also my greatest strength. "You’re fearless, Reaper. You don’t calculate the odds, you just see the goal. Makes you untouchable." He always told me. That’s why, in his eyes, I was perfect to be president of the club because I was hotheaded, untouchable and fearless in the way only a fool could be. My mom on the other hand called it something else. Stupidly courageous. For most of my twenty-six years, I’d bet on the old man being right. Hell, it felt good being the guy who didn't flinch, the one who stared down rivals and came out swinging. It made me feel like a king in our world. But the last few weeks? Yeah, Mom might've had the right take after all. That would explain a lot. Like why I’d been stupid enough to kiss Kasey, knowing damn well the consequences if William Antonellis found out. That old fuck would’ve ripped my head off without a second thought. That would explain why, despite Tyler warning me, screaming at

I looked past the black hole of the muzzle and into his eyes. The brother I’d grown up with was gone. In his place was a stranger I didn't know. I raised my hands slowly. "Alright. I’m going." I edged past him, every instinct screaming that he’d pull the trigger anyway. The bathroom door felt a mile away. I turned the knob, stepped into the dim hallway, and didn’t look back. "He’s not going to shoot you. Not now, anyway." I spun. Tess was in the kitchen, sweeping broken glass into a dustpan. "Didn’t see you there," I mumbled. She dumped the glass into the trash with a sharp rattle. "He told me to wait in the bedroom. I don’t always listen." She leaned the broom against the counter and hugged her arms around herself. "You’ve seen her? Kasey? Is she… okay?" "I’ve seen her," I said. "She’s not okay." Tess’s face paled. "Where is she?" "With my folks. She’s safe there. For now." Some of the tension left her shoulders. She nodded, picking at a thread on her sleeve. "I’m… I’m