All Chapters of Two Brothers. One Ruin.: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Let her go, Shaun.” Father commands. I tighten my grip instead. Everything in front of me feels red. “Shaun.” This time it comes out as a warning. I still don’t move. “When I let go,” I growl, dragging her closer to me, “you don’t say another fucking word. About Liana. About anything. You understand me?” Tears gather in her reddened eyes while she struggles to nod. I shove her away hard enough that she collapses onto the wet ground coughing violently. Then I turn toward the rest of them. Toward the entire family now gathered in the rain-soaked courtyard.“Everybody listen carefully.” My voice cuts through the thunder loud enough to silence every whisper instantly. “Until Liana’s found, nobody thinks about anything else. Nobody sleeps. Nobody steps out of line."My gaze moves slowly across each face, pinning them in place."And most importantly—keep your fucking mouths shut. If I hear a single thing I don’t like, I’ll break your teeth myself.” I storm back inside and yank my

Looks like I’ve got rats crawling around closer than I thought. Because somebody tipped Chelsea off. And now she’s on the run. Which means at some point, I’m going to need to tear this family apart piece by piece and figure out exactly who the fuck’s been talking. Ian and Caleb picked up her trail last night and went ahead after her. Now the rest of us have been chasing their route down the highway for what feels like forever. The road stretches endlessly beneath us, blistered by heat and drowned in harsh sunlight. Dry land flashes past on both sides in violent blurs while the engine screams beneath my feet. At this speed, everything outside the windows looks less like scenery and more like bullets tearing past us. Every minute that passes drives something sharper into my chest. Like the slow twist of a knife. Because every second it takes us to catch her means a longer drive back. And a longer drive back means less time left for Liana. Less time before Kyle decides he’s done wa

Then his hands move lower. He drags them slowly down my back, pressing lightly against different spots one by one with unsettling patience. And suddenly a thought crashes into my head hard enough to make my entire body go cold. A tracker. Is he looking for a fucking tracker? Could Kyle have implanted something inside me? My stomach twists instantly. Shaun’s hands keep moving lower. He grips one of my thighs and starts checking it carefully from top to bottom. Slowly. Maybe a little too slowly. Oh fuck. A sharp shiver races across my skin beneath the glide of his fingers, every tiny hair on my body rising instantly. And I absolutely do not want to think about why. Not now. Not after everything. His touch keeps traveling over my leg methodically, thorough enough to make heat start gathering low in my stomach despite myself. Goddammit. When he finally seems satisfied with one leg, he moves to the other. And apparently I’m pathetic enough for every pulse in my body to collect traito

Have I completely lost my mind? Why does it feel like, after days of restlessness, of my skin feeling too tight, of my thoughts spiraling into chaos, I’m only just now starting to calm down? My ass lands against the edge of his desk. The robe hanging from my body has fallen completely open by now, reduced to barely anything on my shoulders. He slips it down the rest of the way before tearing his mouth from mine and dragging it lower. The second his lips close around my nipple, I gasp, my body arching into him. At the same time, his hand moves between my thighs, every nerve ending in my body suddenly burning alive under his touch. Then his finger slides inside me. I whimper, clenching around him, already craving more. Oh fuck. Fuck. I’m not drunk. I’m not reaching for him to forget about Julian. So why the hell do I want him this badly? I’m dripping already. Completely gone for him. My own hands roam his body desperately until they reach the thick ridge of his cock straining ag

I just stare at him. Openly. Unapologetically. Because I genuinely can’t believe what I’m hearing. The audacity of this man is almost impressive. Shaun, meanwhile, remains infuriatingly calm. He starts walking toward me with the same measured confidence he uses when delivering threats, ultimatums, or any other declaration he’s already decided is non-negotiable. That familiar look settles into his eyes. Cool. Controlled. Dangerously empty. “Not after that ridiculous stunt you pulled,” he says evenly. “The one that ended with you getting kidnapped.” Wow. I honestly cannot believe this. The sheer nerve. The hypocrisy. Coming from the man who practically turned me into bait in the first place. “First of all,” I snap, “I didn’t pull a stunt. I needed to be alone. Second of all, as far as I can tell, didn’t everything work out perfectly for you? Wasn’t this exactly what you wanted? Didn’t you have an entire plan built around using me as bait?” His eyes narrow. Suspicion flashes ac