All Chapters of Two Brothers. One Ruin.: Chapter 121 - Chapter 129

“God, I’ve missed you.” The whisper brushes against my ear. I’d know that voice anywhere. A coy, flirtatious smile curves onto my lips. “Oh, Julian.” “Yeah, baby.” His lips drift along the side of my neck, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver racing through me. My eyes fall shut, drunk on the sensation. “What are you doing here?” “Where else would I be?” He pushes the thin strap of my nightgown aside. “I love you. And I’m not going anywhere.” His mouth closes around my nipple. A soft moan slips out of me, my fingers tangling into his hair. That’s when I feel it—another mouth, wet and warm, trailing slowly up the inside of my thigh. I lift my head and find myself staring straight into bright gray eyes. My heart lurches. “Shaun?” He smiles, rising over me until his face hovers above mine. “Hey, Doc.” My gaze darts helplessly between the two of them. I swallow hard. “W-What’s going on?” “This is what you want.” Shaun murmurs against my lips before kissin

I finally shake myself out of it and get up. Time to check out the basement levels. I head to my room and change into a sports bra and leggings, then make my way down, floor by floor. Three levels to the first basement. Two. One. I step onto the landing of sublevel one and I’m met with polished concrete and gleaming glass walls stretching out in front of me. The space suffocates me. Sterile. Silent. The walls are lined with dual-spectrum cameras that track my every movement, each one answering with a soft, mechanical click. Right now, to the estate’s security team, I’m nothing more than a glowing heat signature wandering through a concrete shell. I have to stay careful, deliberate—can’t let myself look suspicious for even a second. I cross the glass bridge that cuts through the middle of the wing, leading straight toward the heavy glass doors of the main gym. This is where the ground opens up beneath the floor, giving a direct view straight down into the second basement level. I

For fuck’s sake. I can’t get a moment’s peace. I blow out a breath. “And why exactly would I do that?” “Because staying by your side right now isn’t safe for her.” I can’t exactly argue the logic isn’t there. But the thought of Liana being pulled away from me sits wrong in my chest. And worse—I hate this feeling crawling under my skin, the fact that Julian still caring about her at all bothers me this much. “And that’s not even the whole of it.” He steps closer, close enough that our chests are nearly touching. “Kate’s actually alive.” And there it is again. When is anyone going to let this go? “Whoa, whoa, guys!” Ian’s already back inside, closing the distance between us at a near-jog. Caleb trails right behind him, matching his pace. “Please, do not start. I am not in the mood to catch a stray fist breaking up you two again.” “I had the old DNA tests rerun.” Julian pushes forward, ignoring them completely. “The remains from the explosion weren’t hers. The medical examiner wh

The moment I’m inside, I’m all eyes, head turning, cataloguing everything at once. This isn’t some secret vault packed with cash, priceless artifacts, or stacks of incriminating documents—not the place I’ve been desperately hunting for three days straight. This is something else entirely. It’s an extension of the gym. Only, built for something far more brutal. Far more lethal. A private training facility. One designed for violence. The kind of place where people don’t come to get stronger. They come to learn how to kill. One entire section of the room is lined with meticulously organized racks of weapons. Row after row of samurai swords and daggers, small to large, mounted with almost obsessive precision on their stands. The sight of them sends a cold prickle straight up the back of my neck. Further in, heavy punching bags hang in perfect rows from the ceiling. Beyond them sits a full-sized boxing ring, its ropes gleaming beneath the overhead lights. Behind a wall further

His mouth crashes into mine. Filthy, scorching, all wet heat and zero restraint, messy in the best possible way. I loop my arms around his neck. And I just—fall into it. All of it. His hands roam over my body until they land beneath my ass, and in one swift motion, he flips me flat onto my back against the mattress. The next thing that registers is the sound of lace tearing—my lingerie, gone. A heartbeat later, his mouth’s closed around my nipple. Goddamn it. He’s gone feral again, some starved animal let off its leash. Even the sounds tearing out of his throat sound less human, more beast. He palms my breast hard, sucks, and I writhe beneath him helplessly. Then, with zero patience left, his tongue traces a path down my stomach, lower, lower. My thong doesn’t stand a chance. He hooks his hands under my thighs, spreads me open, hauls my hips up to meet him—and then his mouth is on my pussy. Every muscle in my body goes liquid at once. I dissolve, completely. No gentle