All Chapters of The Brother I Shouldn’t Want: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂“Plan A failed.”That was the first thing Phil said when he called, and for a second, I didn’t respond. I just stood there beside Frank’s bed, my eyes on his face while the words settled slowly in my head like something I had already expected but still didn’t want to hear.“How bad?” I asked, my voice low, controlled.Phil exhaled on the other end. “None of them made it back. Except one.”My grip tightened slightly around the phone. “One?”“Yeah. And he barely made it. From what we got out of him… it was like they were expecting us.”Of course they were.I let out a quiet breath, my gaze drifting back to Frank. He was still asleep.“Alright,” I said after a moment.Phil didn’t say anything else. He didn’t need to, we both knew what that meant.Plan A was gone.Which left only one option.I ended the call and stayed where I was for a while, just standing there, watching Frank breathe like nothing had changed, like nothing was about to change. There was something about the w

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂Kagemoto Kazama.The name alone was enough to tighten my chest, but I didn’t let it show. I kept my expression exactly how it was, calm, polite, almost amused, even though my fingers twitched slightly at my side where the vial Phil had given me rested, hidden and waiting. For a split second, the thought crossed my mind again, quick and sharp, just step forward, close the distance, inject it, end it right here before anything else could go wrong. It would be easy, almost too easy with how close he was standing, how exposed he looked despite the men around him.But Phil’s voice echoed in my head just as quickly, clear and firm, telling me not to make any sudden move, to wait, to let things play out until he got there. So I swallowed that impulse down, burying it under control, under patience, under the thin line that was keeping this entire situation from falling apart.Instead, I offered a polite and measured smile.“It’s great knowing you didn’t die,” I said, my tone smo

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I don’t remember how I got out.One moment I was inside that ballroom, watching people drop like something out of a nightmare, and the next I was running. Just running. My mind couldn’t keep up, everything felt too loud and too fast at the same time. Gunshots started going off behind me, sharp and constant, mixing with screams that didn’t last long enough to matter. The men who had flooded the hall weren’t just containing people anymore, they were finishing it.My head felt heavy, like something was pressing down on it from the inside. My breath came out uneven, each inhale sharper than the last, like my lungs were struggling to keep up with my body. I didn’t even know where I was going, I just knew I couldn’t stop.I kept moving.My shoes were gone. I didn’t even remember when I lost them. My feet hit the ground harshly with every step, rough pavement scraping against my skin, but I barely felt it. My jacket was missing too, probably left behind in the chaos, and the col

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂꧁An Hour Before The Incident.꧂“Where’s Tim?”That was the first thing I said the moment Peter picked up the phone. No greeting, no pause, just that, my voice was rough and sharp like I didn’t have time for anything else. There was a brief silence on the other end, then I heard him breathe out unevenly.“Frank… you’re awake?” he asked, his voice cracking like he didn’t quite believe it.“We’ll deal with that later,” I cut in, already pushing myself off the bed despite the way my body resisted the movement. “Where is Tim?”Another pause, longer this time, and it made something in my chest tighten. “He went to the gala,” Peter said finally.“What gala?” I asked, grabbing the nearest shirt and pulling it over my head in one motion.“Kagemoto Kazama’s charity event.”For a second, I just stood there, the words settling in, then anger hit fast and clean. “He did what?” I snapped, reaching for a pair of pants.“Plan A failed,” Peter continued quickly. “So he moved to plan

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂ Frank didn't just kiss me.He claimed me, his tongue pushing past my lips to sweep through my mouth with a hunger that made my knees buckle. I clung to the front of his suit jacket, my fingers knotting in the fabric, pulling him closer as if I could merge my skin with his. He pulled back just an inch, his forehead resting against mine. His breath hitched, smelling of mint and the cold air."Get in the car," he said.I didn't argue. I got into the passenger seat, my heart beating against my ribs. Frank climbed in after me, the car door slamming with a sound that echoed like a gunshot in the quiet street. He didn't start the engine immediately. He reached over, his hand gripping the back of my neck, pulling me toward him for another bruising kiss. "I thought I lost you," he whispered against my lips. "The thought of you lying in some morgue because you wanted to be a hero... I can't breathe, Tim.""I'm right here," I breathed, my voice sounding small and wrecked. "I'm