All Chapters of Brotherzoned: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Zayne The air tightened. Walls sharpened. My hands trembled. Sienna….are you okay?Every now and then, Vincenzo kept looking at me.A slow, controlled glance every few seconds. Enough to make a threat without opening his mouth.I stood there, jaw clenched, trying to appear unaffected—but the truth was crawling under my skin. Sienna’s silver anklet shouldn’t be near the entrance. She shouldn’t be missing. And Isla shouldn’t be trembling beside me like her bones wanted to give out.Her breath came too shallow. Too fast. I felt it before I heard it.She’s scared.My hand twitched—just slightly—fighting the instinct to pull her behind me. To cover her. To shield her from the entire goddamn room.Vincenzo noticed. Of course he did. And he smiled like he’d found exactly what he needed to make this uglier.Before I could say a word, two of his guards strode toward us.“The two of you. Come with us.”Isla startled. “Why—why us?”“They think we know something,” I answered for her, stepping i

Isla’s POV The car pulled into the estate, the familiar gates looming like silent sentinels. Sienna’s parents stepped out first, their arms wrapped around her gently, murmuring comfort I couldn’t hear over the pounding in my own chest. She leaned into them like a fragile porcelain doll, small in stature but fierce in spirit. For a brief moment, I envied her calmness. Calm before the storm, I thought bitterly. Zayne’s car stopped behind them, the engine quieting. We stepped out—me sandwiched between Rico and Zayne, the tension between the two men unspoken but sharp as a knife. Our shoes clicked against the cobblestone as we headed inside, the house smelling faintly of polished wood and lingering incense. Sienna barely looked up when she was ushered into her room and we followed. Aurora, ever the commanding presence, barked orders to the staff like a general on a battlefield. Tea. Hot bath. Towels. Comfort. The works. I watched the flurry of activity and wondered how long it would ta

Isla’s POV“Soon…” His words still echoed in my ears long after he had turned and walked away, leaving me rooted in the courtyard, heart hammering like a war drum. Soon? Soon what? Oh, I don’t want to know. Seriously. No. Don’t think about it, Isla. I muttered to myself, pacing a little, hands twisting in my hair. Focus. Breathe. Normal. Totally normal.Rico, ever the human shield between me and insanity, gave me a sidelong glance. “Uh… you okay?”“Okay?” I repeated aloud, louder than I intended. “Yeah. Totally okay. Fine. Fine. Not fine. Great. Terrific. Absolutely fine.” Why do I even talk to myself? I sound insane. Wait… I am insane. Totally insane. Lord Jesus.He raised an eyebrow. “Right. Sure. Totally normal, Isla. You always talk to yourself when you’re sane.”I huffed. “Shut up, Rico.” I glanced back at the house. Inside, Sienna must be in her room, quiet, exhausted, probably replaying every second of the chaos from earlier. Poor Sienna. Why does she always get caught in ever

Isla’s POV The world went silent. Not quiet. Silent. Like the walls of the hallway, the air, even my breathing, all of it froze the second Zayne said those words. They didn’t sound like a question. They sounded like a vow. A blade drawn slowly across the space between us. A promise sharp enough to cut through my chest. My lips parted, but nothing came out at first. My throat locked, as if the word trying to rise—no—was made of stone. He stood so close his breath brushed my cheek, warm and steady, while mine came out in shallow, uneven bursts. His forehead still touched mine, the heat of him sinking into me, claiming space I didn’t know I’d given. My heart slammed against my ribs hard enough to hurt. No. No, no, no. But God, a part of me wanted to say yes so badly it terrified me. A part of me wanted to step into him and pretend the world wasn’t as cruel as I’d learned it was. His hands were still at my waist. Not forcing. Not dragging. Just holding me like I was something he

Zayne’s POVI left the house before anyone even woke up. Reasons: No chance of accidentally seeing Isla.Nero had texted me his location last night, barely a sentence, no greeting, no explanation. Which already meant he wanted something or was hiding something. Men like Nero don’t casually invite people to their doorstep unless they’re being cocky, reckless, or setting a trap.With him, it could be all three.I parked a few meters down from the villa he sent me. It as mid afternoon now. A modern stone and glass place sitting too confidently on the hillside.I stayed in the car for ten minutes, engine off, eyes on the villa. No movement. No guards. Not even a flicker behind the curtains.Empty.But the silence felt wrong—too still, too crafted. Like someone telling me, Come in. I dare you.I stepped out of the car, slid my gun from the holster, and tucked it behind my back. Just in case.The gravel under my boots was the only sound as I walked to the entrance. The front door was slight