All Chapters of Dealing With The Other Brother.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~SARA~The car crawls to a stop on a street that looks like it has been forgotten by God and city planning alike, and Alex and I step down from the Range Rover, the thick, warm air slapping against our skin.Alex had gone with me, of course, and Jake had helped with the exact location of Raya X—a bar squatting at the corner of the road like a bad habit.The street buzzes with activity as we walk by, and people pause and stare at us as we pass. Some of them whisper amongst themselves, averting their gazes. Others gawk at us, while most frown.Alex, seeing the attention, leans close and whispers, “Don’t leave my side. Not even for a second.”To which I roll my eyes and grunt. “Yes, Daddy.”He ignores the comment but stays close as we head for our destination—the bar.The moment we step inside, the place goes quiet.Everyone turns to us, their gazes assessing. I swallow and grip Alex suit sleeve.We walk up to the bartender, and Alex leans forward. “We’re looking for Raya X.”The bartend

~SARA~ The first thing I become aware of is the light. It burns straight into my skull and i open my eyes, my vision a blurry mess. My head throbs in slow, nauseating pulses and a dizzy wave comes over me. I try to move my hand to my head to steady the dizzy feeling. They don’t move. My brows narrows. I jerk again, harder this time, and something sharp stings at my hands. I twist my neck to see I'm bound to a chair with a thick, coarse rope tying my wrists and ankles together. “No,” I whisper. "This can't be." I lift my head, ignoring the way my vision tilts, and look around. Frantically searching for someone. Anyone. Anyone that could storm the building and take me out of this god-damned place even if he has to drag me by the hair and sweep my body across the concrete. “Hello?” I call, trying hard to suppress the tears that threatened to fall, "Someone—please. Help! Help me!” “No one’s coming, kitten.” A voice answers back and I flinch, my back hitting the ch

~SARA~I watch as the woman pull the fabric from the bed and step closer. Her hands are gentle but firm as she guides me into it, sliding the fabric over my shoulders. The night dress feels cool against my skin, but it does nothing to calm the heat rising in my chest.Khlan— after our 'conversation', had instructed his men take me to a room and have me rest for the night. The woman had been told to make me comfortable.So this is why, I am in a room, in the middle of god knows where, getting dressed up like some Barbie doll, on the orders of some deranged psycho who thinks he can stash a full grown adult for himself.I look at my reflection in the mirror and frown. The dress fits perfectly, almost like it was made for me. I. Hate. It. I stand still while the woman adjusts goes through my hair. She doesn’t look at me, instead she focuses on her hands, working through my waves like a zombie already programmed on what to do.I can shove the woman and make a run for the door. She’s sma

Warning: Chapter features attempted rape. Reader's discretion is advised.~AUTHOR'S POV~27 Hours Until Anniversary.~~~~Morning.Khlan and Sara sits at the dining as the maids steps forward and place breakfast on the table. Plates clink softly as food is set down. No one speaks.Sara barely looks at the meal. Her eyes move around the room instead—walls, doors, guards.There has to be a way out. She just has to find it.Khlan is talking.She hears his voice, but the words mean nothing. It’s all noise. Her thoughts are louder, raking for the perfect time, the perfect moment, the perfect distrac—“Sara.”Her name snaps her back.She looks up slowly. Khlan is staring at her, a brow lift in amusement.“What?” she says flatly.“I asked if you like the food.”She scoffs. “You seriously expect me to enjoy breakfast with the man who kidnapped me?”The maids stiffens. No one talks to Khlan like that and goes unpunished.Khlan chuckles. “You really don’t know when to stay quiet.”“I’m not scar

~SARA~“What is going on here?” Khlan repeats, his voice dripping with something dangerous.I swallow and take a step back, a cold dread creeping through the air. I feel the guard’s hand stiffen in mine. Khlan sees our hands locked together; the guard sees that he does and pulls his hand from mine immediately.Khlan’s frown deepens.“Mind telling me what is going on here, Ben?” he asks.Colour drains from Ben’s face as he makes to speak.He tugs at the neck of his sleeve as if the air had suddenly become hot and then mutters, “Well—I—it’s—erm—”“I fell to the ground,” I say instantly, taking a step forward, “and he heard when I did. He offered to take me to the kitchen to put some ice on it to avoid it getting swollen.”Khlan’s brows narrow. “But you seem to be walking just fine.”I scoff and cross my arms. “Well, I suppose my hatred for you gives me enough adrenaline.”His brows narrow further, and he makes to speak when—He pauses.His head cocks sharply like a snake’s, and his eyes