All Chapters of His sisters boyfriend : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter One Hundred Twelve :Jay pov The morning after the Chicago game, I woke up to an empty bed.Cole was already up. I could hear him in the kitchen. Coffee brewing. Dishes clinking. The soft sound of him moving around. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything.The game. The hit. Viktor Petrov's eyes. The way he looked at Cole like he wanted to destroy him. The way Cole got up. The way he scored the winning goal. The way he limped off the ice.I got out of bed. Walked to the kitchen.Cole was standing by the window. Coffee cup in his hand. His shoulder was wrapped in ice."Morning," he said."Morning.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep.""Thinking about the game?""Thinking about everything."I walked to him. Put my hand on his shoulder. "Does it hurt?""It's fine.""It's not fine. You're icing it.""I'm icing it because it's sore. Not because it's broken.""Same thing.""It's not.""It is."The phone rang at 9am. Richard."Jay," he said. "How ar

Chapter One Hundred Fourteen : Cole pov The envelope arrived on a Tuesday. No postmark. No return address. Someone had slid it under the door of the apartment while we were asleep. Jay found it first. He was barefoot, still in his sleep clothes, coffee cup in his hand. He picked it up like it might bite him."What is it?" I asked."I don't know.""Open it."He opened it. A single sheet of paper. Typewritten. No signature.You think you're safe. You're not. I know where you live. I know where you sleep. I know who you love. Stay away from Viktor Petrov. Or your artist won't be painting anymore.Jay's hands were shaking."Give it to me."He gave it to me. I read it twice. Three times."Viktor," I said."It has to be.""He's been quiet for weeks.""He's been waiting."I called Maria."Another letter," I said."Read it to me."I read it."Don't touch it," she said. "I'm sending someone to collect it.""When?""Today.""He knows where we live.""I know.""He knows where we sleep.""I know

Chapter One Hundred Sixteen : Cole pov The morning after the Detroit game, 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.Viktor. The game. The hit. The look in his eyes when he skated past me. The way he looked at Jay. Like he was planning something. Like he was waiting."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. Maria."Cole," she said. "How are you?""Good. Tired. Jay is still sleeping.""I've been thinking about Viktor.""What about him?""He's not going to stop. He's going to try again.""I know.""The restraining order is still

Chapter One Hundred Eighteen The envelope was waiting for them when they got home. Jay picked it up first, his fingers trembling as he turned it over. No stamp. No return address. Just his name scrawled across the front in handwriting that made his stomach drop. He knew that handwriting. He'd seen it on too many letters. "Cole." The name came out smaller than he meant it to. Cole was already beside him, his jaw tight, his gray eyes fixed on the paper. He didn't say anything. He just took the envelope from Jay's hands, tore it open, and pulled out the single sheet inside. Jay watched his face as he read. The muscle in his jaw twitched. His knuckles went white around the paper. "What does it say?" Jay asked. Cole didn't answer. He just handed the letter over. Jay read it once. Then twice. His hands were shaking by the time he finished. The words were simple. Direct. Threatening. Viktor Petrov wasn't done with them. He would never be done with them. "He's not going to st

Chapter One Hundred TwentyThe police took Viktor away in handcuffs.Jay watched from the doorway. His wrist was wrapped in a white bandage. The cut wasn't deep. It didn't need stitches. But it had bled enough to scare him. His arm was still shaking.Cole stood next to him. His throat was bruised. Purple fingerprints were already forming on his neck. The paramedic had checked him out. He was fine. He said he was fine. But Jay could see the tremor in his hands.Viktor was shoved into the back of a police car. His shoulder had been bandaged too. He'd needed five stitches. Jay had given him those stitches. It felt strange to think about. Strange that the same hands that held Cole's face were the ones that swung the knife.Maria appeared next to them."You both need to come to the station," she said. "Give your statements.""Now?" Jay asked."Now."They followed her to her car. The night air was cold. Jay wrapped his arms around himself. He was still in his t-shirt. He hadn't thought to g