All Chapters of His sisters boyfriend : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter Ninety-One : Jay pov David Chen was out on bail for three days before he disappeared.Not fled. Not hiding. Gone. His hotel room was empty. His phone was disconnected. His car was found in a long-term parking lot at the airport, but there was no record of him boarding any flight.Maria called at 7am."He's gone," she said."Gone where?""We don't know. He covered his tracks.""He's been planning this.""Probably.""What do we do?""We wait. He'll surface.""And if he doesn't?""Then you're safe."I didn't believe her.Richard took the news quietly.He was sitting in his chair. Staring out the window. The same chair he'd sat in for thirty years. The same window overlooking the garden my mother had planted."Dad.""Cole.""He's gone.""I know.""For now.""For now."Richard turned to face me. "I'm not scared of him.""You should be.""I'm not. I'm angry.""That's worse.""Same thing.""It's not.""It is."I went back to Detroit.Cole stayed with his father. Someone had to watch

Chapter Ninety-Three :Richard pov The morning after David Chen was sentenced, Richard Ashford woke up to sunlight on his face and an empty house.Not empty like before. Empty like waiting. The curtains were open. The birds were singing. The garden was blooming. He lay in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything that had happened. The trial. The testimony. The verdict. Ten years. David Chen would be old when he got out. Too old to hurt anyone.Richard got out of bed. Walked to the kitchen. Made coffee. The house was quiet. Too quiet. Cole and Jay had gone back to Detroit. Maya was at work. He was alone.The phone rang at 9am. Cole."Dad. How are you?""Good. Tired. You?""Busy. Practice starts in an hour.""Then go. Don't let me keep you.""You're not keeping me. I wanted to hear your voice."Richard smiled. "You're soft.""I'm your son.""Same thing.""It's not.""It is."Richard spent the morning in the garden.The flowers he'd planted were growing. Small.

Chapter Ninety-Five :Cole pov The arena was loud. Playoffs were coming. Every game mattered. Every shift mattered. Every mistake mattered.I was on the ice. The puck was on my stick. The net was in front of me. I shot. The goalie saved it. I shot again. The goalie saved it again. I shot a third time. The goalie didn't save it.The red light went on. The crowd erupted. My teammates mobbed me.We won. 4-2.After the game, Jay found me."You scored," he said."I scored.""In overtime.""In overtime."He hugged me. "I'm proud of you.""Thank you.""I love you.""I love you too."The locker room was loud. Guys were celebrating. Coach was smiling. Liam was pouring water on my head."You're different," Liam said."Different how?""Calmer. Like you're not fighting something anymore.""I'm not.""What changed?"I thought about it. "Jay. The studio. London. Everything."Liam nodded. "Good. Keep it."I drove home. The streets were empty. The stars were out.Jay was in the studio. Painting."How

Chapter Ninety-Seven : Cole pov The morning after we got back from London, I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the window. The sky was gray. The streets were wet. Our apartment was cold. Jay was still asleep next to me, his arm around my waist, his breath warm on my neck. I didn't move. Didn't want to wake him. I just lay there thinking about everything.London. The gallery. The woman who bought three paintings. The collector from Paris. Jay's face when he saw the red dots on the wall. He was different now. Lighter. Like something had unlocked in him."You're awake," Jay mumbled."I'm awake.""You're thinking.""I'm always thinking.""Too loud."I smiled. "Go back to sleep.""Can't. Too awake now."He pulled me closer. Buried his face in my hair."I love you," he said."I love you too."The phone rang at 9am. My father."Cole," he said. "How are you?""Good. Tired. Jay is still sleeping.""He deserves the rest. London was big.""It was.""I've been thinking about the collector. Th

Chapter Ninety-Nine : Jay pov The plane descended through clouds. Paris appeared. The Eiffel Tower. The Seine. The gray roofs and narrow streets. I pressed my face to the window like a child. Cole was next to me. His hand was in mine."First time in Paris?" he asked."First time as an artist.""What were you before?""Afraid."Cole squeezed my hand. "You're not afraid anymore.""I'm terrified.""Same thing.""It's not.""It is."The plane landed. The runway was wet. The sky was gray. The air was cold. I could feel it through the window. The terminal was crowded. People rushing. Announcements in French. Luggage carts weaving through crowds.Cole held my hand. "You okay?""I don't know.""Just breathe."I breathed.Simone was waiting at the gate.She was wearing a black coat. Red scarf. Her hair was white. Her eyes were sharp."Jay," she said."Simone.""Welcome to Paris.""Thank you."She hugged me. Brief. Formal. Then she looked at Cole."You must be the hockey player.""I must be."