All Chapters of Two Brothers. One Ruin.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

Five hours in the operating room. Seven more ahead, because that’s just how my schedule works—relentless, unforgiving, routine. By the time I slide behind the wheel, exhaustion has settled deep into my bones, a dull, persistent ache that refuses to be ignored. And my mind? It feels overused, wrung dry—like it’s clawing for silence, desperate to shut down after being pushed too far for too long. Just hold it together. A few more minutes. Then I’m in bed. I turn the key in the ignition, the engine sputtering to life as I pull out onto the road. The world outside blurs into streaks of muted color, streetlights bleeding into one another. My grip on the steering wheel tightens, fingers stiff, as I force myself to focus—stay awake, stay present, just long enough to make it home. Halfway through the drive, my phone vibrates against the console, sharp and insistent. The screen lights up, casting a faint glow across the dim interior of the car. I assume it’s Aaron. At my father’s req

My entire body gives out. My knees buckle, the strength just drains out of me like something vital has been ripped loose. I would’ve hit the floor if he wasn’t holding me. If his hands weren’t there, bracing me, taking my full weight like I’m something fragile he can’t afford to drop. “W-what?” My voice trembles, barely holding together. He says nothing. I should’ve seen it coming. I did see it coming—didn’t I? The way she was always there. The way he never pushed her away. Maybe some part of me already knew. But knowing… and hearing it from him? It’s not the same. It knocks the air straight out of my lungs. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. It’s like something is crushing my chest from the inside out. But I don’t stay broken. The embers of fury ignite, slow at first, then roaring to life. Heat floods my face, my ears ringing with the rush of blood, my skin prickling as it spreads. It burns through the shock, through the ache, until it’s the only thing I can hold onto.

My ass hits the cold, unforgiving surface of a table, and I’m already moving—fumbling with his belt, yanking at the buttons of his pants with shaking fingers. And then my hand is on him, wrapping around his thickness, his length, his heat. He’s hard as steel for me, every vein throbbing under my fingertips, pulsing with the same desperate need that’s tearing me apart. God, I want it. With a sharp tug, he shoves his pants and briefs down just enough, freeing himself. His cock presses against my entrance, hot and heavy, and I freeze, my breath catching in my throat. Then—he thrusts. A gasp tears from my lips as he fills me, stretching me, owning me. My body clenches around him, a broken sound escaping me—half pain, half pleasure, all need. “Fuck,” he growls in my ear, his voice rough, wrecked. “I missed you.” My back flattens against the table as he begins. At first, it’s too much—too full, too deep, too raw. But then the pain melts into something else, something sweet, something

My eyes light up before I can stop them, something sharp and bright rushing through me as I open the message. “You left without saying goodbye.” A breath catches in my throat, but my fingers are already moving, fast, instinctive. “I thought everything we did last night was a goodbye.” The reply comes almost instantly. “Forget goodbye. Come back to me. I want to have you—always. Fuck everything and everyone that isn’t us.” It hits me like a surge—sudden, intoxicating, electric. Something floods my veins, fast and overwhelming, lifting me higher than before, higher than I should let myself go. My heart kicks hard against my ribs, my grip tightening around the phone as that dangerous, impossible feeling spreads— Hope. “I’ll come after my shift.” I type without hesitation, the decision already made somewhere deeper than logic. His reply comes almost immediately. “I’m at one of my father’s estates near the hospital. Come now. Just a few minutes.” I pause. A flicker of doubt c