Semua Bab BOUND TO THE WRONG SISTER : Bab 81 - Bab 90

[ IRIS’S POV ]The sudden crack of gunfire shattered the air. A bullet slammed into the metal of Mira’s car, sending a shower of sparks into the afternoon light."No... that’s not real, right?" I whispered, my voice lost in the chaos. This couldn't be happening. My own father, my own sister, were shooting at us.Mario didn't hesitate. He leaned out of his window, and the deafening roar of his return fire filled my ears. The peaceful town was gone, replaced by the screech of tires and the smell of gunpowder.Mira was driving like a maniac, one hand on the wheel and the other holding her phone. "Speak!" I heard Salvatore’s voice bark over the line.Hearing him, even through the noise of the chase, made me sob harder. I hadn't realized how much I missed that cold, steady voice until I thought I might never hear it again."They’re here, brother," Mira shouted over the wind. "The Russos are here."There was a long, chilling pause on the other end. Then, Salvatore asked one thing: "Iris?""

[ SOFIA’S POV ]I stared at the empty space in the hills where the sniper’s nest should have been. The silence from that direction was deafening. My plan was perfect. Sandy was supposed to be the distraction, a casualty of her own greed, and Iris was supposed to be the main event.Instead, I was standing in a field of dust, watching the Moretti cars disappear, while my father lost his mind behind me."Failure," I hissed under my breath, the word tasting like bile.I turned to watch my father. He was a pathetic sight, his face purple with rage as he stood over the bodies of the guards he had just executed. He was roaring at the sky, a wounded animal who had lost his prize. He didn't even realize he was being played from both sides.I gripped the rope in my hand so tight the rough fibers bit into my palms, drawing blood. I didn't care about the pain. All I could see was the way Caleb had shielded Iris, the way he had looked at her with a devotion that should have been mine.And then the

[ IRIS’S POV ]The world outside the heavy oak door had completely ceased to exist. There were no fortresses, no snipers, and no betrayals, there was only the crushing, suffocating weight of Salvatore’s body pressing me down into the mattress.His mouth moved against mine with a violent, terrifying hunger, devouring my breath, my protests, and my sanity all at once. Every time I tried to turn my head, his fingers tangled in my hair, anchoring me to him, forcing me to take every ounce of the storm he was releasing. He was a man possessed, a king reclaiming a kingdom he thought he had lost to the flames."Salvatore..." I gasped against his lips the moment he pulled back for air, but the name was swallowed as he bit down on my lower lip, drawing a sharp, aching moan from deep in my chest.His hands were merciless. He ripped at the fabric of my gown, the sound of tearing silk loud in the quiet room. I should have fought him. I should have screamed at him for leaving me alone for four agon

[ IRIS’S POV ]"Where are we going?" I asked, looking up at Salvatore as I struggled to keep up with his long, effortless strides.I had woken up this morning with the bright sunlight streaming through the windows and a distinct, deep ache between my thighs. Salvatore was already out of bed by the time I opened my eyes. He had returned to the room a short while later, fully dressed in a tailored black suit, telling me simply that he had something to show me.And now, here I was, walking beside him down the cold, winding corridors of the fortress, feeling my middle throb with every step I took—a heavy, constant reminder of exactly how well I had been pounded the night before. My face flushed hot just thinking about it, but Salvatore looked as unbothered and dominant as ever, his hand resting firmly on the small of my back."You will see," he replied, his voice a low rumble that offered no further explanation.A few moments later, we stopped in front of a pair of heavy, reinforced steel

IRIS’S POV ]The screen showing the service tunnel went black. Sofia was inside the house.I looked at the monitor showing the terrace. Salvatore was there unharmed fighting like a beast while Anton was pinned down by sniper fire, his shoulder bleeding, but he was still fighting, Salvatore looked back toward the room where he thought I was safe. And it makes my heart skipped a beat.He had lied to me about my mother. Not to hurt me, but to keep the one piece of light I had left, the memory of a mother's love, from being extinguished.I stood up, my hands shaking as I looked for the manual override. I wasn't the Little Mouse anymore. I was a Moretti. And if the world was coming to burn my house down, I was going to be the one to hand Salvatore the torch.I walked toward the door with only one thought: fight like a queen."Where do you think you’re going, Iris?" Mira asked, panic written all over her face as she stepped in front of me."I’m going out to fight alongside Salvatore," I sa