All Chapters of Tied To The Wrong Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Click!The door to Nathan's apartment swung inward and he filled the modest space, switching on the lights. It had barely been two days, yet, it felt like he hadn't been there in weeks. His light steps filled the air as he crossed the small living room. Once he was in his bedroom, he crashed onto the bed, sprawling. The softness of his sheets welcomed him, carrying the familiar scent of home. He snuggled, curling up. If only he could sleep. He groaned, sitting up with his legs folded. His fingers drummed lightly on his thigh, a plethora of thoughts racing through his mind. He wondered if it could work. Spending the night at Valentino's house and leaving once it was daybreak. Celyn had suggested it. It was supposed to keep Mikhail from finding out—but in truth, it was to keep Valentino from killing him if he stayed full-time.It could work for a while, Nathan thought, plopping back on the bed. But, if school resumed, it'd be too hectic—spending the night at the man's place, c

Thump! Thump! Thump! Nathan's heart pounded frantically, every breath teetering between a ragged burst and a sharp gasp. His chest burned—mirroring the pain in his joints—as he sprinted along the cobbled walkway. Past the barking dogs. The water fountains. The trimmed bushes. Hand gripping his throbbing shoulder like it would fall off if he let go. Every thought was jumbled up, as he tunneled vision on the metal gates. He bolted through, only stopping when he had sliced into an alley and Valentino's house was no longer in sight. It was still dark out and quiet, with only the distant hum of vehicles at earshot. Nathan fell to the ground, panting. He hadn't let go. The boy's hand clutched his shoulder—knuckles white, as the pain grew more intense now that adrenaline rush was wearing off. He'd woken up dazed, to a blinding sting tearing through him, after he felt a kick to his side. He couldn't understand why. Why Valentino had kicked him. Before he could even ask, the

Valentino was avoiding him. Nathan thought, frowning, as he walked through the vacuous hallway, with his crisp, hurried footsteps filling the air. He cast a glance at his watch and winced. 9:27 AM. It had been well over a week since Valentino took on a calm demeanor. No rage. No violence. Just grunts, furrowed brows and gritted teeth. They'd gone to sleep side-by-side without issues. Although, Nathan had messed a few times by waking up late, but Valentino never addressed it. He'd simply left the bed. Three times. Nathan had woken up three times, only to see that the man had left. It had scared him at first. Then, he thought the man had somewhere urgent to be. It was after he exited the bedroom and saw Valentino seated beside Cheryl in the dining room that he knew he was wrong. And nothing had ever felt so unsettling. What made the man-who could not bear breathing the same air as him-leave him alone in his personal space?Nathan shuddered, uneasiness thrumming just beneath h

The sun had barely set when Nathan trudged through Valentino's gates. He yawned as he glanced round, taking in the beautiful layout. The trimmed bushes littered the front yard, alongside layered grass and lovely fountains, giving it a regal look. He looked over at the dog cage tucked in a corner, pulse quickening slightly, before he heaved a sigh of relief. They were asleep.He hadn't gotten much chance to explore the house yet. The only places he knew where the rooms he'd been in. He wondered if there was more to see in the back, but doubted he'd ever be able to go there. What if that was where Valentino kept the bodies of the people he'd murdered?He shuddered, chuckling softly, as the thought swirled in his head. Then, his brows furrowed, as something crossed his mind. He'd never seen Valentino or Cheryl climb the stairs leading to the second floor.It was strange.Normally, the upper floors were where most lived, especially when they lived alone, yet Valentino's room was do

"You ran away," Silver said, an amused smile playing across his lips as he stepped closer.Nathan sighed and rolled his eyes, but there was no bite behind it. "Well..." he trailed, as he looked up at the man, taking in the curiosity in his eyes behind the glasses he was wearing. Valentino looked better in glasses, he wondered.His eyes widened slightly at the thought, heart speeding up.Valentino looked better?A warmth crept up his ears, burning slightly much like the strange feeling in his chest. Where did that come from?He directed his attention to Silver, shaking away the absurd thought."If I hadn't, you'd have rejected my number and—" Nathan continued, before the words froze in his throat at Silver's laughter. "Now that I'm looking at you, I made the right call," he added spitefully, his eyes glinting with victory, as the man's laughter died instantly. "Hey, I did nothing," Silver said, his expression sad. Nathan shot him a look of disgust, before sighing, regrettably. H