All Chapters of Claimed by the wrong leister brother: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

She stared at me. For a moment, I thought she might actually laugh. Not because I’d said anything funny, but because she looked thoroughly unimpressed by my attempt at whatever the fuck this conversation was supposed to be. She slipped her arm out of my hand and took a step back, her mouth tightening as she regarded me. “Fine.” I raised an eyebrow. “Fine?” “If we’re going to have this conversation, then let’s have it properly.” She folded her arms across her chest, settling her weight onto one hip. “I want to know about the bet.” I shifted against the pillows. “Okay, Covey.” “What exactly was the prize?” Her lips pressed into a thin line before she added, “And don’t tell me it was just me. I refuse to believe the two of you made an entire bet with nothing more than the satisfaction of watching you get into my pants.” A slow smile pulled at my mouth. “You sound disappointed.” “I’m serious, Kade.” “So am I.” My gaze lingered on her face. “You really think

A soft, involuntary sound slipped past her lips. She tried to cover it by swallowing, but I was already close enough to hear it. My mouth moved from beneath her ear, tracing the line of her neck. “Still remember that, don’t you, Kitten?” I murmured. “How quickly I can turn all that attitude into something else entirely.” I lingered against her skin. “Or do you need a reminder?” Her fingers tightened around mine. I drew back just enough to look at her. Her pupils had widened, and her lips were parted. She was doing a terrible job of pretending I hadn’t got to her. “Have you, Noah?” She swallowed. “No.” A slow smile pulled at my mouth. “Didn’t think so.” “I hate you,” she muttered, her jaw tightening. “Yeah, you’ve mentioned that.” My free hand settled at her waist, drawing her a little closer. “Funny thing is, you can barely look at me without remembering.” Her head tipped back as my mouth brushed her jaw. I took my time, letting my lips linger against h

I didn’t even notice her. My attention had already settled on the table.A body lay beneath a white sheet, pulled down to the waist. The upper half was exposed beneath the harsh lights.I stopped.Blond hair. Broad shoulders. The familiar line of his jaw.My stomach dropped.No.I knew that face. I’d spent six years watching it laugh, scowl, and turn towards me whenever I called his name. I knew the little crease between his brows when something annoyed him, the way his mouth tilted when he was trying not to smile.But now it was completely still.The doors opened behind me. Kade’s uneven footsteps crossed the threshold before stopping.“Kade…” Catherine whispered.He didn’t answer.I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. My eyes stayed fixed on the table.Luca’s arms rested at his sides. His face was turned slightly towards me, his eyes closed. The familiar face was still there, but something about its stillness made it almost impossible to reconcile with the man I’d left in that h

For a quiet moment, I just stared at him. Then I returned my gaze to the table. Luca was still lying there. His eyes were closed, his face drained of color. I’d touched his cheek. I’d felt how cold his skin was. I’d begged him to wake up, waiting for some sign that he could still hear me. And now Kade was standing beside him, telling us this wasn’t Luca. What the fuck was he talking about? I looked at the body again, then at Kade. Surely he could see what I was seeing. That was Luca. His brother. The man he’d spent years fighting with. “Kade,” Catherine said. Her voice had sharpened. Tears still clung to her cheeks, but her hands had curled into fists. “Don’t start, I beg of you.” Kade didn’t spare her a glance. “I’m not doing this with you.” A bitter laugh escaped her. She wiped beneath her eyes, only managing to smear her makeup further. “Of course you’re not. Why would I expect anything different? You always have to make everything difficult.” Kade’s jaw sh

KADE’S POV That little fucker. I stood in the middle of my living room, one hand braced against the back of the sofa, the other holding a cigarette between my fingers. Luca fucking Leister. Smoke curled towards the ceiling. My third cigarette in less than an hour, and I was nowhere near finished. The television played in the background, some sports commentator rambling about the tournament . I hadn’t heard a damn word. My phone lay facedown on the table , vibrating every few minutes. Atlas. Casper. Atlas again. I shifted my weight, gripping the back of the sofa as another sharp throb travelled through my side. They could all wait. The bastard couldn’t even leave the world properly without finding a way to make my life difficult. I took another drag from the cigarette. Noah’s face crept into my head. The tears. The disbelief. The way she’d looked at me in that corridor, like I’d just confirmed every terrible thing she’d ever thought about me. And that last look she’d giv