All Chapters of The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CAMILAThe compound erupted into full chaos within seconds, the crack of gunfire outside multiplying rapidly into a sustained, overlapping barrage that made my whole body flinch with every fresh volley."Henrique's enforcers," Tiago snarled, already moving, pulling me up from the chair with a grip that left no room for hesitation. "They tracked us.""How," I gasped, clutching the ledger tight against my chest, refusing to let it go even as adrenaline flooded through me."Doesn't matter right now," Tiago growled. "Getting you and that ledger out alive matters. Everything else can wait."Salvador was already moving toward a side door, his earlier calm replaced entirely by focused, practical urgency. "This way. There's a hidden passage toward the rear of the compound. It leads out beyond the main perimeter wall.""You knew this might happen," Isadora accused, falling into step beside him, her voice sharp with accusation."I hoped it wouldn't," Salvador replied. "I prepared regardless. Ho

CAMILATiago came back from the council session already grim, his shoulders carrying that particular rigid tension I'd learned meant he'd spent hours holding his temper in check for the sake of a room full of people. I showed him the forged documents on my laptop screen the moment he walked in, not even bothering with hello first, and watched something dark and dangerous move behind his eyes as he read.His jaw tightened. His hand curled slowly into a fist against the kitchen counter until his knuckles went white."She did this while we were being shot at," he growled quietly, and it wasn't really a question. "While we were pulling ourselves out of a burning compound, while Isadora was risking her own neck to hold a doorway for us, Beatriz was sitting somewhere safe and comfortable, arranging this. Timing it. Waiting for the exact morning it would do the most damage.""You don't have to convince me she's dangerous, Tiago. I got the personal phone call, remember.""I know." He dragged

CHAPTER 34CAMILADiego's hired enforcers came from both ends of the corridor at once, moving fast and coordinated in a way that told me immediately this had been planned in advance, not improvised on the spot. Three from the stairwell behind us. At least two more emerging from the shadows of a side passage I hadn't even noticed. All of them moving with the grim, professional efficiency of hired muscle who knew exactly what they were being paid to do and didn't intend to hesitate about doing it.The vault corridor, so quiet and empty just moments ago, erupted into sudden chaos. The confined space made every sound sharper, every shadow more threatening. I flattened myself instinctively against the nearest wall, my heart hammering so loud I could hear it over the noise of the fight itself.Tiago moved to meet them with brutal, controlled speed, shielding me against the vault door with his own body while he fought in near total darkness, the only light coming from the corridor's flickeri

CHAPTER 36TIAGOI sat across from Camila at the safehouse kitchen table in the pale grey light of morning, watching her trace her fingers over the mark at her throat in the small mirror she'd propped against the sugar bowl, and I explained to her, as much as I was explaining to myself, what I already knew in my bones to be true.The kitchen still smelled faintly of last night's coffee, gone cold hours ago and forgotten in the chaos of everything that followed. Neither of us had slept more than an hour or two. I could see the exhaustion sitting heavy behind her eyes, though something steadier sat there too, something that hadn't been there a few weeks ago when I first met her."The mark is a mating bite," I explained. "Incomplete, but unmistakably begun. An instinctual claim my wolf made without my full conscious permission somewhere in the heat and adrenaline of that vault room. It's something that cannot be undone. It will heal into a permanent, visible scar that any wolf from eithe

CAMILA"Drink this. It won't cure the world ending, but it might stop your hands from shaking."Lucía slid a steaming ceramic mug across the scarred wooden table of the farmhouse kitchen, her own fingers wrapped tightly around her own cup as if she were trying to hold the entire room together through sheer willpower alone. Morning had finally broken outside, though you wouldn't know it by looking through the grimy, unwashed windows of the kitchen. A heavy, bruised gray fog had settled over the surrounding hills, swallowing the dirt road and turning the dense pine trees into looming, ghostly shapes.I stared down at the dark, bitter liquid in my mug, watching a tiny wisp of steam curl lazily into the cold air. My stomach felt like it was tied up in hard, stinging knots. Every muscle in my body ached as if I had spent the night being thrown against a brick wall, which wasn't too far off from the reality of fleeing a safehouse at four in the morning while a pack war exploded around us."