Alle Kapitel von The Mercer Brothers: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 6

Ivy’s POVThe sound of a silk tie sliding through a collar was usually a sound of intimacy. Tonight, it sounded like a noose tightening.I sat on the edge of the California King bed, my hands folded in my lap. The pristine white sheets were smooth, unwrinkled, just like everything else in our penthouse. Just like my life. Or at least, the life I had pretended to have for the last three years.Grant stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror, adjusting his cufflinks. He didn't look at me. He rarely looked at me anymore, unless we were at a gala and he needed the perfect senator’s daughter on his arm."It’s better this way, Ivy," he said, his voice casual, as if he were discussing the dinner menu rather than the demolition of our marriage. "Monogamy is... archaic. Especially in my line of work. I have needs. Stress relief."I dug my nails into my palms. "Needs that half the women in your office can satisfy?"Grant finally turned. His handsome face, the one that had won over voters and my

Ivy’s POVMy back hit Julian’s chest. He was solid, unyielding, a wall of muscle behind me. Dante stood in front, closing the distance until the tips of his shoes touched mine."Let me pass, Dante," I said, trying to inject authority into my voice. It came out as a breathless squeak.Dante chuckled, a dark, rumbling sound. He reached out, his rough thumb tracing the line of my jaw. His touch seared my skin. "Let you pass? We just found you. It’s been six years, Ivy. You don't get to just walk away again.""I’m married," I blurted out. It was a desperate shield, a flimsy defense.The temperature in the hallway dropped ten degrees.Silas stepped out of the shadows. He had been watching, silent and lethal. He walked toward us, his movements fluid and terrifying. He stopped inches from me, forcing Dante to step back slightly, but not enough to give me an escape route.Silas looked down at me, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "We know," he said. His voice was calm, which made it scarier. "Gr

Silas’s POVThe door clicked shut, severing the connection between us. The silence she left behind was louder than the music vibrating through the floorboards of The Abyss.I stared at the heavy oak door, my hand still tingling where I had touched her waist. Ivy. My best friend’s little sister. The forbidden fruit we had all sworn never to taste."She’s shaking," Julian murmured, breaking the silence. He was still staring at the spot where she had stood, his expression a mix of hunger and concern. "She was terrified.""She was alive," I corrected, walking back to the bar to pour three fingers of scotch. I didn't offer any to my brothers. They could get their own. "For the first time in six years, she was actually breathing."Dante pushed off the wall, his jaw tight. He paced the room like a caged tiger, the energy radiating off him enough to spark a fire. "We shouldn't have let her go, Silas. You saw her eyes. She wanted to stay. We could have taken her home. Kept her.""And then what