All Chapters of Claimed by the wrong leister brother: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

My hand tightened around the glass until the cut crystal bit into my palm. "Those sons of bitches tried to kill everyone," Atlas scoffed. “Turned the whole wedding into a bloodbath. Honestly, your brother's probably having a worse day than you are right now. Having his knee busted open like that.” "This isn’t about him.” Muscles worked in my jaw. “They were there for me. I’m sure.” He didn't argue that part. Couldn't actually. We'd all seen it — the direction, the timing, the exact second it happened, right after I'd walked away from Luca, right as I'd been standing in the open with Noah in front of me. Someone had known where I'd be. Someone had been confident enough to open fire at a wedding full of witnesses. That kind of confidence only came from one place. Casper pushed off the wall. "Want me to start making calls?" "Not yet." His brows drew together. "First," I said, "I want to know exactly who was stupid enough to think I wouldn't find them." Atlas fol

The sentence landed harder than an open hand across my face.I shook my head. "No. You wouldn’t do that.”"Yes.""Stop.""You and I both know Kade had nothing to do with Finn's death."My stomach dropped out from under me entirely."Stop it!”"You knew that.""Nicholas!”"You fucking knew it." His voice tore through the room, finally breaking all the way open. "And it was easier for you to let me believe he was responsible, because you were so desperate to keep Luca blameless, that you let your other son carry a weight that was never his to carry."I couldn't move. My fingers had gone completely numb around the fabric of the chair.The years rushed back uninvited — Kade standing in that doorway, fifteen years old, the exact second Nicholas told him he was leaving. The way he'd looked at me across that hall.Not angry. Just confused. That open confusion of a child looking at his mother the way children look at mothers when they still believe, absolutely, that she can fix whatever's bro

"I came to see if you're still alive."I glared at him. “You sound disappointed."A slow grin spread across his face. “Devastated. Truly. I actually had it in mind to piss on your grave.”He looked at the mess another second longer.“I’ve watched men lose fingers without making this much fucking noise.”"Go to hell."I stared at him. That smile of his never looked like humor.He stepped further into the room, eyes moving over me slowly and deliberately. My bare chest. The hospital bracelet. The IV taped into the back of my hand. Then down to my leg, to the brace holding it rigid beneath the blanket."Where's Noah?" It came out before I could stop it.Kade's eyes returned to mine. "Noah?""Don't play dumb now."His brows lifted. "I'm trying to work out why you're asking me.""Where is she?"He studied me for another second. Then, almost lazily“What were you expecting? Me to walk in here holding Noah’s hand?”I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.And that was my mistake. I watched it

NOAH'S POV "Ms. Covey?" I looked up from my phone. I hadn’t actually been reading anything. I’d been staring at cute dog pictures because apparently watching golden retrievers trip over their own feet was the only thing keeping my heart rate from escaping through my throat One of my knees bounced repeatedly, completely out of my control. “Mr. Harrington can see you now." The receptionist said as she left her desk. Finally. I slid the phone into my purse and stood, smoothing the navy dress down over my thighs. It wasn’t anything extravagant. Just professional. Simple. But expensive enough to say I belong here without screaming I maxed out a credit card to impress you. I'd even put my contacts in. My heels clicked across the marble as I followed her down the hall. Every step sounded louder than the last. Or maybe that was just my heartbeat. I tried to keep my face neutral. Except, judging by how tightly I was gripping my purse, I wasn’t fooling anyone. The email had lan

KADE'S POV Four days of pretending I wasn’t thinking about Noah Covey. I was doing a fucking terrible job. She was in the whiskey I hadn't touched. In the cigarette burning down between my fingers. In every goddamn silence that followed when my phone lit up and her name wasn't on the screen. Four days since she'd looked me dead in the eyes and told me to stay away from her. Somehow, she’d become more distracting than the fucking Vipers hunting me. That pissed me off. What pissed me off more was that I hadn’t done a damn thing about it. Yet. I sat back in the leather chair, one ankle hooked over my knee, and stared at the city glittering beyond the glass railing. The movement tugged at the stitches under my ribs, a sharp little bite that I swallowed down with a drag of smoke. The rooftop was packed tonight. Music drifted from hidden speakers, waiters slid between tables with champagne, steaks and overpriced bullshit people ordered because the menu didn't ha