Semua Bab Ruin Me: My Stepbrother, My Professor: Bab 41 - Bab 43

CADENI’d spent five fucking days turning it over in my mind and arriving at the same damn answer every time. My mother had a hand in my father’s death. And she had done it quietly enough that nobody looked twice. Not until now.I had a nine o’clock class to teach. Thoughts of my father faded into the back of my mind as I entered the lecture hall. The class fell silent immediately, their gazes boring into me as I adjusted my cufflinks without looking up.She walked in fifteen minutes late, her smell announcing her arrival before I could even look at her—sweet, vanilla, and fucking distracting. The door closed softly as she awkwardly stood there, tugging at the sleeves of her cardigan. I paused mid-sentence, my jaw locking tight. Our eyes met briefly, before I turned towards the class again. She mumbled a silent “sorry” before finding her way to a seat at the back. Despite trying not to look her way the entire lecture, my eyes constantly strayed to the back and I hated every fucking

~ JACE~The cut on my knuckles from the night before still hurt like a bitch. But that wasn't going to stop me from dealing with this son of a bitch in front of me.“Speak.” My hand dangled over the armrest, one leg crossed over the other as I took a drag from my cigarette. “I’m so sorry, Sir, we didn’t know she was not to be—“I flung my leg down and grasped his chin tightly. My hand landed on his cheek with a sound that echoed around the room.“What was the fucking instruction?”His mouth quivered under my fingers, tears gathering beneath his eyes. Pussy.“She—the other girl— she used to be with Marcus. He wanted to—““I don’t care what Marcus wanted.” I leaned closer, forcing him to recoil. “You refused to follow instructions. I hated nothing more than cleaning up messes that could have been avoided. My jaw clenched at the thought of my father finding out.Taking another long drag of the cigarette, I stabbed the butt into an ashtray by the side and sat upright, lacing my finger