All Chapters of Claimed by the wrong leister brother: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I did. That was the problem. Sotto Voce wasn't something you could hand to some random man with a gun and expect to run smoothly. Casper knew every damn thing about it. He knew which men could be trusted and which ones needed watching even while they slept. More importantly, he was torturing Terrence. Atlas dropped his voice. “The Vipers are looking for him. They're not going to stop until they find out where their leader went." "Let them look." He stared for a long while. "You're not even fucking thinking right now, are you?" My mouth twitched. “I am." I looked past him. The city rolled out beneath us, thousands of windows burning gold against the dark. Headlights threaded through the streets. For one stupid second, she was there. Not really. Just memory fucking with me again. Her laugh. The one she tried to swallow whenever she was pretending she wasn’t enjoying herself. The way her fingers dug into my shoulders. Her face afterward, soft, and wrecked

Any appetite I’d arrived with was gone. Every time I tried to focus on my plate, his gaze wandered back to my breasts, lingering long enough to make my skin crawl. I lowered my fork. The tines struck the porcelain with a sharp click. Harrington glanced at the sound, then at me, as though I’d interrupted something important. “I think we’ve strayed a little too far from the interview.” His eyebrows rose. “You wanted honesty.” “I wanted a job.” “And I’m telling you how things work.” “By staring at my breasts?” His smile faltered. For one satisfying second, I thought I’d finally embarrassed him. Then he leaned back in his chair and gave a soft, incredulous laugh, as if I were the one being unreasonable. “Don’t be defensive, Noah. I’m trying to help you.” “Then help me understand what any of this has to do with my qualifications.” His gaze settled on mine. “Tonight, they’re not the only thing I’m considering.” He said it gently, almost kindly, as though he were doing me a f

His hand was wrapped around Harrington’s wrist, his fingers digging into his skin with enough force to make the gold cuff button bite into the bone beneath it. Kade’s jaw was clenched, his gaze fixed on him with a stillness that made the tension in his face look almost restrained. A strangled sound escaped Harrington’s throat. “Let go of me, you fucking lunatic!” Kade tilted his head, looking at Harrington. His fingers tightened around his wrist, and Harrington squinted even more from the pain. “You’ve been told twice to get your fucking hands off her.” His mouth curled, “Are you just too fucking stupid to understand the word no?” “Do you know who I am?” “No.” Kade glanced at his wrist. “Should I give a shit?” Harrington’s face flushed with an ugly red. He twisted toward the room, searching for someone willing to intervene, before Kade crushed his fucking hand. A waiter stood frozen a few feet away, silver tray balanced in one hand, his gaze darting between Kade’s

Instead, he’d let me pull him away. Harrington stumbled backward, cradling his injured hand against his chest. His breaths came in short, uneven bursts. I felt Kade’s wrist shift beneath my fingers. Then I realized I was still holding him. I let go as though his skin had burned me. His gaze dropped to the space between us, where my hand had been wrapped around his wrist. For a second, he said nothing. Then his eyes lifted to mine. And just like that, I forgot about everyone else. The restaurant, the guests pretending not to stare, the waiter frozen beside his tray, Harrington nursing his hand behind us. All of it receded until there was only Kade standing in front of me. His dark hair was a little dishevelled, his black shirt stretched across his broad shoulders, sleeves pushed up to reveal his tattoos. My gaze caught on the familiar silver bar through his eyebrow, glinting beneath the lights. The crease between his brows hadn’t disappeared, and neither had that

I kept walking. “That’s a lovely thing you’ve done with your hearing. Very selective.” I ignored him and handed my parking ticket to the valet. His eyes flicked to me, then past my shoulder, and his expression shifted slightly. I didn’t need to turn around to know Kade was standing behind me. “Could you please bring my car around?” I asked. “Of course, ma’am.” “Thank you.” I stood beneath the awning, watching the traffic and refusing to look at Kade. “You’re ignoring me now?” “Look at you. Finally catching on.” He moved to stand beside me, leaving a careful stretch of space between us. That was almost worse. I would’ve preferred him crowding me. At least then I’d have something concrete to be angry about. His reflection appeared in the darkened glass beside the entrance, all broad shoulders and dark hair. The same hands that had caught me on the stairs had nearly crushed another man’s fingers upstairs. “You’re welcome, by the way.” I turned my head. “For