All Chapters of Claimed by the wrong leister brother: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The words came out louder than I’d intended. I’d meant to accuse him, not let him see how badly I needed to understand him. Why had he intervened? Why had he followed me out here? And why was he looking at me like he wanted to say something when he’d given me every reason not to believe a word out of his mouth? “Why were you putting up with him?” “I wasn’t putting up with him. I was trying to get out of that dinner without losing the job.” Kade went still. “A job?” “Yes, a job.” My frustration finally snapped. “The position I wanted. The reason I agreed to meet him in the first place. I wasn’t there because I wanted his attention, Kade. I was there because I wanted a chance to prove I could do the work.” His gaze dropped to my reddened wrist. “You thought walking away would cost you the job.” “I thought making a scene might.” Something in his expression went cold. “And he knew that.” I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. “Where’s the job, Noah?” I frowned. “Wh

I looked up. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “After whatever the hell you and your brother were betting on her for, you think she’ll be thrilled to discover she’ll be sharing a city with you?” I said nothing, muscles worked silently in my jaw. Atlas leaned back against the locker. “I think she’s made it pretty clear she wants nothing to do with you.” “She’s angry.” “That’s one word for it.” I frowned at him. He raised both hands. “I’m just saying.” I looked down at the helmet again. Happy to see me? Noah would probably rather run into a fucking burning building. The thought should’ve been discouraging. Instead, my mouth twitched. She’d be in Miami. Close enough for me to see her, annoy her, and remind her that avoiding me was going to be considerably harder when we shared the same city. I glanced at the jersey lying beside my equipment. Luca’s number seventeen. I’d taken his place on the roster. Now I was wearing his number, too. Funny how things wo

NOAH’S POV I almost turned around. But I still stood at the entrance of the arena, fingers tightening around the strap of my handbag, wondering what the hell I was doing there. I’d spent the entire morning telling myself I wasn’t coming. Yet somehow, I’d still managed drive across town and walk into an arena full of people. Catherine Leister had called me six times since yesterday. Six. I hadn’t answered a single call. I was almost certain they were about Luca. Maybe he wanted to see me. Maybe she wanted to remind me that he needed me. Whatever it was, I didn’t want to hear it. I wasn’t making myself available for Luca Leister anymore. “Good evening, everyone! Welcome to tonight’s championship matchup!” I found a seat a few rows above the rink. The commentator’s voice boomed through the speakers. “We’ve got two determined teams on the ice, and if the warm-ups are anything to go by, we’re in for one hell of a game.” The crowd erupted. I slipped into my seat

“Where?” “Somewhere you can sit before you fall on your face.” I pulled him towards the nearest open door. It led into an empty locker room. I pushed it open with my shoulder and guided him inside. “Sit.” Kade glanced at the bench, then back at me. “Fuck. There’s something about you telling me what to do. Didn’t know you had that side to you.” “I’m not asking twice.” His mouth curved. “There’s that tone again.” He lowered himself onto the bench. His jaw tightened as he leaned back against the wall, a strained breath escaping through his teeth. I crouched in front of him. “Let me see.” “It’s fine, Covey.” “Don’t insult my intelligence by telling me you’re fine when you’re bleeding through your fucking clothes.” The corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn’t answer. I reached for the hem of his jersey, and he caught my wrist. “Stop.” I glanced at his hand, then at him. “Let go of my hand.” For a moment, he held on. Then his fingers loosened. I lift

“No. You’re not getting up.”I gritted my teeth and tried again, but my body wasn’t cooperating.And I forced myself to look at her.“It’s important. I need to leave, Covey. Tell Quinn I’m grateful. I’ll compensate her for the inconvenience, but I need to—”“You won’t compensate me because you’re not going anywhere.”The voice came from the doorway.I turned my head.Quinn stood with one shoulder against the frame, dressed in dark medical scrubs, her hair pulled into a neat bun. Her arms were folded across her chest, and the expression on her face suggested she’d been listening long enough to develop a very strong opinion about me.Noah glanced towards her.Quinn’s eyes travelled from my half-raised body to the hand gripping the mattress.“Are you quite finished?”I didn’t answer.“Good. Then lie back down.”“I can manage.”A humourless laugh escaped her. “The way you almost lost enough blood to nearly paint the bloody rink?”My jaw tightened.She pushed away from the doorframe and c