Todos os capítulos de Tied To The Wrong Brother : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The afternoon sun hung high in clear blue sky, its rays filtering through the glass-paned window, across the sleek hospital room.Nathan was seated in the chair by the window, staring down at the bushes below and the people walking by.His heart raced beneath his ribs, dread creeping deeper into his chest. His parents were visiting today.He clutched his folded legs tighter, a shiver coursing through him as the warm, soft fabric of the blanket brushed his skin.The door slid open."Cheryl made you lunch."Nathan sighed softly, glancing towards Valentino. He placed his head on the sill and smiled lightly."What is it?"Valentino closed the door behind him and placed the flask on the table nearby. The boy watched, blinking slowly as he took off his coat and rolled his sleeves-something he'd never thought would make his stomach this warm. "Porridge."He groaned and the man chuckled, walking up to him, hair uncharacteristically slicked back and brown eyes like aged scotch whiskey twinkli

Nathan stood in the balcony, a hand rested on the metal railing, a smile across his face, his heart throbbing as he waved his parents goodbye.Valentino stood beside him.They slid into their car, pulled out of the curb, and his mother flashed them one last smile through the window, before they drove away.A soft sigh slipped through Nathan's lips and his hand fell to the railing.He inhaled sharply, when Valentino's hand slid to his waist and pulled him close, muscles tense as the sensation of his cold hand coursed through the thin fabric of his shirt.His eyes darted to the man. Their gaze lingered on his face for a moment too long, then it sliced to the bushes below.As they both watched the world below them, beneath the evening sun, in the chill breeze, snuggled up together, Nathan's mind wandered to those words.He hadn't meant to eavesdrop.But God was he glad he heard them.A warmth crept to his cheeks as they swirled in his mind, like they were there to stay. And he wasn't aga

"That's all?" Valentino asked as he placed the last bits of Nathan's belongings in a duffel bag.The boy's eyes darted round the room and a sigh slipped through his lips. He nodded, lips curved into a small smile."Let's go then." The man could not help but return the smile. He swung the bag on his shoulder and padded towards him."Let me carry that," said Nathan as he stared up at him. His wide eyes caught the light, sapphire-flecked irises sparkling with something that made Valentino's heart skip.Valentino's smile fell into something shy and he shook his head, unable to tear his gaze away.The boy scoffed, shooting him a glare.Then he stormed away, tousled hair bouncing with each step. Once he reached the door, he stopped and moved to the side, glancing expectantly at him.The man stared at him for a moment too long, before he closed the distance between them and slid the door open.A crisp 'tsk' dripped from Nathan's lips, but the small smile playing on his lips was hard to miss

His father was wrong.He wasn't that helpless boy who watched his mother writhe in pain until she took her last breath anymore.He was Valentino. A name whispered, with a weight that was not only ancient but venomous. Years of waiting, enduring, watching had molded him.His scars weren't just marks. They were testimonies strewn about his skin of the life he had to step into. A world where power breathed and weaklings bowed and danced to its whims. A world he had dominated with nothing to his name but only the sheer will to avenge his mother's death. Nikolai was wrong. Nathan wasn't his weak spot. He was his fuel. His drive. His reason to finally put that old man in his place. And bring his brother home. To truth. To mother. Valentino's steps filled the air, crisp and heavy, laced with the undertow of something that had wreaked an oppressive silence upon the office for a week.His eyes were sharp, despite the measly hours of sleep, dark brown irises tinged with suppressed rage.

Valentino glanced over at Nathan, his chest tightening. He sighed once and dropped the pen, then rose to his feet and rounded the desk.The boy lay on the recliner, on his side, with his back facing him. "Theo."The flinch in his posture was almost palpable."What's wrong?" asked Valentino as he strode up to him and crouched down beside him slowly.Silence."Theo," Valentino purred again, this time, trying to hold back the laughter threatening to crawl out his throat. How cute!What could possibly be the problem?He definitely wasn't asleep."Did I do something wrong?" His hand reached for the boy's shoulder and he squeezed it gently. Nathan shifted and shook it off almost immediately. The man's brows arched. Maybe he had done something wrong. "I'm sorry, Theo," he murmured, sliding a hand round his waist. Nathan flinched, his skin twitching slightly. But he didn't shake him off. A sigh escaped Valentino. Thank God. "You're not gonna tell me what I did wrong? I wouldn't wanna