Todos los capítulos de The Brother I Shouldn’t Want: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂His mouth found mine, slow but desperate, like he’d been holding back for too long. My hands curled into his suit, clutching him like that would stop him from disappearing on me as we entered my apartment.His lips were warm against mine, a little rough from biting at them earlier, but soft when they moved with mine. Frank made a sound low in his throat, half groan, half sigh, and suddenly his arms were around me, pulling me tight against him. His chest was solid, broad, the steady thump of his heart vibrating through me. My whole body shivered, as he ripped off his suit jacket leaving only his shirt.His tongue brushed my lip, asking, and I let him in. The taste of him was enough to make my knees weak, coffee, mint, something uniquely him. I opened more, hungry now, the kiss deepening until I was gasping against his mouth.Frank broke away first, just long enough to look at me. His pupils were blown wide, his breath uneven. “Tim? We should have a conversation first” His

꧁࿇ Ｅｒｉｃ࿇꧂ I had just stepped out of the shower when the silence of the house settled around me again, heavy and familiar in a way that felt almost suffocating if I paid too much attention to it. Water still clung to my skin as I ran a towel through my hair, slow and absent-minded, my thoughts already drifting somewhere else before I even finished drying off. The mirror in front of me reflected a version of myself that looked composed, put together, nothing out of place, but I knew better than to trust that surface. My mind wasn’t calm. It hadn’t been calm since earlier. Frank. Kagemoto Kazama had made that very clear. His people were watching his every move, making sure Frank stayed exactly where he was supposed to be. There was no way he could just slip out unnoticed, no way he could appear here, in New York, like nothing had been put in place to stop him. And yet, I had seen him. I let out a slow breath and went to the wine cabinet, reached for a bottle of wine, pouring my

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂By the time I was halfway done getting ready for work, I still wasn’t sure if I was fully awake or if my mind had finally crossed that line into something else entirely.I stood there for a moment, staring at my own reflection in the mirror, toothbrush still in my mouth, foam gathering at the corner as I paused mid-motion like I had forgotten what I was supposed to be doing. Frank was here. Actually here, not a hallucination, not a dream, not something my exhausted brain had created to fill in the gaps I didn’t want to deal with. He was in my apartment, in my kitchen, making breakfast like it was just a normal Monday.I rinsed my mouth slowly, my eyes caught the sight of bruises that were on my neck. My body was still catching up with everything that had happened the night before, or maybe it was still trying to process the fact that he hadn’t disappeared when I woke up, because a part of me had expected that. Expected to open my eyes and find nothing there.Expected

꧁♡ 𝔉𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨 ♡꧂Peter had sent me the address earlier.Jacques’ house.It was supposed to be simple. I show up, we talk, he gives me the construction rights, and I finally get to settle things properly in New York without having to keep shifting pieces around like I’ve been doing for months now. It wasn’t even about ambition at this point, it was about control, about having something stable in a place that clearly didn’t want to give me that easily. Jacques had the kind of influence that made things smoother, quieter, less messy, and once he agreed, everything else would fall into place without much resistance.That was the plan, before everything got ruined.Before Kagemoto Kazama decided to get involved.I exhaled slowly as I drove, my fingers tapping lightly against the steering wheel in a steady rhythm that didn’t match the way my thoughts were moving. It was trying to piece together something that was already obvious but still didn’t sit right.The meeting had failed.Not just

꧁♡ 𝓣𝓲𝓶♡꧂I had just finished attending to my last patient for the shift when a nurse hurried toward me, her steps quick, her expression tight like something had just gone wrong. “Doctor Tim,” she called, slightly out of breath. “There’s an emergency case. Construction accident. They just brought him in.” I didn’t ask anything else. I nodded once and moved immediately.Whatever thoughts I had earlier, whatever had been sitting at the back of my mind since the café, it all got pushed aside without effort. The emergency ward was already active when I got there, nurses moving quickly, voices overlapping.The patient was on the bed, barely conscious, his breathing uneven, his body covered in dust and blood like he had been pulled straight out of the site without proper cleaning. His clothes were torn in places, his skin bruised, and there was a deep cut along his side that hadn’t stopped bleeding properly. I stepped closer without wasting time, my focus narrowing immediately. “What