All Chapters of Meet My Overprotective Brothers : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

The tactical team assembled within twenty minutes. Ryan insisted on going with them despite Marcus's objections. This was his sister. He was not sitting in a command center while others did the rescue.Four vehicles. Twelve security personnel. All armed. All trained for hostage extraction. They drove fast toward the old Sterling Commercial Property. No sirens. No lights. Trying to maintain element of surprise."Surveillance team reports no visible activity," Marcus said over the radio. "Building appears quiet. But Vanessa's tracker is still inside. She has not left.""How many heat signatures?" Ryan asked."Thermal imaging is inconclusive," Marcus replied. "The building materials are too thick. We are getting some readings but cannot determine exact numbers or locations."They arrived at the property. Parked vehicles out of sight. Approached on foot. Spread out around the perimeter. Looking for entry points. Watching for guards or security measures.Nothing. The building was silent. D

They arrived at the estate within the hour. Ryan still holding Cora in his arms. Carrying her inside. Up to the medical room Caleb had set up weeks ago when she first woke from her coma.Alexander was waiting. He had returned from the hospital against doctor's orders. Stood by the door as Ryan brought Cora in. Tears streaming down his face."My baby," Alexander whispered. "My baby girl.""She is alive," Ryan said. "That is what matters."Caleb immediately started working. Checking vitals. Running tests. Examining the extent of her injuries. The bruising on her face. The marks on her arms and neck. The signs of violence written across her body."Multiple contusions," Caleb reported. "Possible cracked ribs. Dehydration. Malnutrition. She has been through hell.""Will she be okay?" Alexander asked."Physically, yes," Caleb replied. "The injuries will heal. But psychologically? I do not know what they did to her. What trauma she experienced."As if responding to his words, Cora stirred. A

The officers held Ryan against the wall. His hands cuffed behind his back. His breathing still heavy. Blood from his knuckles smearing on the concrete."You assaulted a suspect in custody," one officer said. "That is a serious crime. We should be booking you right now.""Then book me," Ryan replied. "I do not care."Marcus pushed through the officers. "Give me a minute with him. Please. Before we process anything official."The officers stepped back reluctantly. Still holding Ryan but giving Marcus space."Why?" Marcus asked. "Why did you lose control like that?""Because that man tried to rape my sister," Ryan said. His voice was raw. "Because he sat there smirking. Denying what he did. Showing no remorse. And I could not stand it.""So you beat him," Marcus said."So I beat him," Ryan confirmed. "And I will do it again if you put me back in that room."One of the officers spoke up. "The suspect tried to rape his sister? Is that confirmed?""The victim identified him based on physica

Ryan pulled his shirt back on with shaking hands. His heart was still racing from what had just happened. From what they had almost done. From what they had crossed every line to do.Cora was still in bed, watching him dress with an expression he could not quite read. Satisfaction maybe. Or uncertainty. Or both mixed together."You are leaving," she said. Not a question."I have to," Ryan replied. He was fumbling with his buttons. His hands would not cooperate. "Someone might notice I was gone.""Would that be so terrible?" Cora asked. "If someone knew?"Ryan stopped. Looked at her. "Yes. It would be terrible. Cora, what we just did—""Was what we both wanted," she interrupted."That does not make it right," Ryan said. He found his shoes. Pulled them on without bothering to tie them properly. "We need to think about this. About what it means. About what happens next.""What I think is that you are running away," Cora said. There was an edge to her voice now."I am not running. I am be

Ryan stood there bleeding, his nose still throbbing from Ethan's punch. The silence between them stretched out. Heavy with everything that had been said and everything that could not be unsaid."Fine," Ryan said finally. "I will leave."Ethan's expression did not change. "For how long?""A few weeks," Ryan replied. "Maybe a month. However long you think I need.""I think you need however long it takes to get your head straight," Ethan said. "To remember that she is our sister. To stop seeing her as anything else."Ryan wanted to argue. Wanted to say that time would not change anything. That his feelings were not something he could just switch off. But he was too tired. Too defeated. Too aware that Ethan was right about the impossibility of the situation."When will you go?" Ethan asked."Tomorrow," Ryan said. "I can book a flight tonight. Be gone by morning.""Good." Ethan's voice was still hard. Still angry. "And Ryan? You need to understand something. This cannot happen again. When