Alle Kapitel von WITHOUT WARNING: Book 2 Of The Redemption Series : Kapitel 31 – Kapitel 40

Sienna's POV The ride back to my place was quiet, but not in a bad way. Alex had one hand on the wheel and the other casually resting near the gear shift, occasionally brushing against my thigh. It was sweet. Calm. The kind of thing I should want.When we pulled up in front of my house, I noticed the living room light was on.“Hmm. My brother’s home,” I muttered.“Good or bad thing?” Alex asked with a smirk.“Honestly? Kind of good. He’s been shockingly chill lately. No parties, and no half-naked girls in my kitchen. I’ll take the win.”We got out and walked up the front steps. I unlocked the door and stepped inside, kicking off my sneakers. “We take our shoes off at the door,” I said over my shoulder, almost out of habit.Alex laughed and did the same. “Yes, ma’am.”I reached back, grabbed his hand, and led him inside. His fingers curled naturally around mine, grounding me in the moment.We walked upstairs and rounded into the living room. Stephen was on the couch with two of his fr

Knox’s POVI sit back in my chair, just watching her. This woman. This sleepy, stunning woman who just inhaled a full meal and is still yawning like she didn’t just knock out a full plate plus extras. And no she’s not going back to sleep. Not while I’m here.She licks her lips again, slow, without even realizing it, and I swear I almost lose it right there. She’s gorgeous. So effortlessly gorgeous it’s actually kind of unfair. And the way she’s looking at me, half tired, half there it’s driving me wild.“Sienna,” I say, low.She hums in response. “Hmm?”“You okay?”“Yeah, I’m okay.”“So… why are you so tired?”She stretches her arms up just a little, then sighs. “Well, you know… I worked all day yesterday. And then I went out.”That answer? Didn’t sit right with me. At all.She went out, like, did she still go out on a date?After what we did in my office?I tilt my head and narrow my eyes at her. “So you literally went out with him after what we did in my office?”She rests her elbow

Sienna’s POV When I wake up, I feel it immediately, the ache, that sweet, sore reminder of earlier. My body feels used in the best way, and the warmth beside me is everything. I’m no longer on top of Knox. We’re both on our sides, still tangled up in each other. My head rests on his shoulder, his arm draped over my waist, legs all intertwined. We’re both still naked, lying on top of the covers like we were too caught up in each other to even think about pulling them up. At some point during our sleep, he slipped out of me, but the closeness stayed. The way we’re wrapped around each other, it’s like even in sleep, he doesn’t want to let go. I try to wiggle free because nature is calling, but he’s holding on tight, like a human-sized octopus. I huff, and finally, I manage to pry myself loose. He grunts, groggy, but releases me. I roll out of that bed so fast and speed walked to the bathroom. I barely make it. Handle my busin

Third Person POV As Sienna and Knox continued to eat, laughing and feeding each other like long lost lovers, the air in the room shifted. Sophia, who had barely touched her food, was visibly annoyed, jealous even. No one could quite figure out why. She didn’t know Knox or Sienna beyond a few moments of awkward introductions, but the way she eyed them made it seem personal. Stephen, sensing the tension, cleared his throat loudly in an attempt to break the uncomfortable silence. “Well, um... this food is pretty tasty,” he said, trying to lighten the mood. “Yeah, it is,” Sienna responded casually, then leaned in and kissed Knox shamelessly, her eyes locked on Sophia’s as if to say yeah, he’s mine. They were being extra, and they both knew it, but neither cared. Knox smirked, obviously enjoying the attention from Sienna and the discomfort it brought to the girl across the table. Sophia, too caught up in her irritation, pushed

Knox’s POVAs I pull up to my mother’s house in the Evergreen Estate on the south side of Chicago, I feel that familiar mix of peace and nostalgia hit me. To anyone else, this place looks like a damn mansion, three stories, brick and stone, wraparound porch, manicured lawn with the little white fence, and all that. But to me? It’s just home.My parents have been here since the late '80s, back when they were still figuring each other out. The house was passed down from my grandfather after he decided he was ready for senior living, one of those brand new facilities that came with a golf cart and 24/7 nurses. Pops didn’t argue. Mom made it a home.I park the car, hop out, and walk right in. No knocking. No ringing the bell. My mother always knows when I’m coming, probably that damn Ring camera she loves to pretend she doesn’t check every five seconds.The smell of fresh baked cookies hits me the moment I step in. It’s Sunday, so I already know she’s back from church, probably still wear