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I opened the book and started reading. I don't really know why I bought this book, I just wanted to share my thoughts with something. I'm not really good at sharing things to people so why not a book. But now that my best friend sister approached me last night, she told me she likes me. No girl has ever told me that before. All the girls I knew only likes my face and what I'm capable of doing. You may be wondering why I go around sleeping around. I couldn't really find a girl that likes me me, I thought I could never be honestly liked by someone.

Nathan chimed in, "How dare those rats lay a finger on our princess. We should teach them a lesson or they'll take us lightly in the future." Warmth seeped into her as she realized how protective her brothers were. It was genuinely nice to have loved ones backing her up. Now that she had found her biological brothers and a loving family, there was nothing more she needed as of now. The Bowens should've foreseen what was waiting for them when they had the nerve to hurt Mia. After all, the Lane brothers were known to be sister-fools. That was why she said the Bowens were fools. And who was the idiot in the Barrett family who wanted to collaborate with such fools?

He never stays with any of them. He doesn't do girlfriends. My older brother is a year ahead of me, and so is everyone sitting around the bonfire. He is one of the popular boys in the school, captain of the football team, and someone who has girls tripping over each other to have him just smile at them. It's pathetic. I don't walk around in the same social circle as my big brother. I'm not very social and would rather stay home on the weekends reading a book or watching horror movies with my best friend Sarah.

Damn that was when reality hit me that I just walked into a goddamn trap. And I honestly didn't mind being caught in it with Uncle Roy. The man I shouldn't even be looking at. The man that has had his cock appearing in almost all my dreams and thoughts. Looking all fucking sexy and finger licking with just his trousers hanging low below his waist line that I could see that veins that ran down into that v– line I didn't move I didn't even try to breath I just kept staring, staring at those deliciouse biceps that looked strong and hard and rough. I kept staring at those strong arms imagining how well they'd hold me If I let him hold me and how small I'll look inside them.

His tattooed fingers comb the length of her short blonde hair, while his other hand pats her back gently as she sobs into him. My fingers begin to tremble, my jaw hardens. I’ve always messed things up when it comes to her. Valentin Alistair— my dearest brother— on the other hand, always knew what to say, when to say it, and how to fucking say it. He is the eldest, but it doesn’t explain or excuse why he has to be so perfect all the time. “We do not mean to hurt you.” He murmurs. “So stop treating me like a breakable fragile thing.”

The words hurt far more than they should have. "That's it? You're just going to leave and pretend none of this happened?" "Yes." "That's not fair." He finally looked at me. His expression was cold. "Life isn't fair, Rosalie. Get used to it." I flinched. He went back to packing. "You need to leave. If Jeffery or your father see you in here, they'll know something's wrong." "I don't care." "They do. Your brother is my best friend. Your father is like a father to me. I'm not going to lose them because I couldn't keep my hands off you."

Instead, he drove me to a hotel. I kept my eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. However, every word between him and Naomi cut through me. "Preston, your girlfriend's young and stunning. Are you really going to hand her over to Rowan?" asked Naomi. Preston pulled her into his arms and kissed her cheek. "I don't have a choice. My dad has made it clear that whoever gives him a grandchild first gets the inheritance. Word is my useless brother's already trying to knock someone up. I can't afford to wait any longer.

***************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Hey lovely reader, I had such a wild time writing this chapter because every time Matteo or Damian steps onto the page, the atmosphere shifts. One is raw, merciless, and impossible to tame. The other is sharp, calculating, and always three steps ahead. And yet, they’re brothers two sides of the same coin, bound by blood but driven by their own hunger for power. Now I’m curious… between Matteo and Damian, which one has captured your attention the most? Do you find yourself drawn to Matteo’s brutal, untamed fire, or Damian’s icy control and clever schemes? I honestly can’t wait to see who you’re secretly rooting for.

it was the intent to kill. He jumped on him like a wolf whose pup had been touched. He grabbed his neck with one hand and lifted him off the ground like he was a weightless rag doll. His eyes were flashing red sparks, and his voice was low but warned of a storm that would erase everything: "Your next step will be your last... and I will be the one who closes your book." "Alpha! He is the most important developer!!" Cyra’s voice rang out, followed by Rox and Finn lunging forward. They grabbed him by his shoulders, pulling him back with all their strength.

Niko says as he opens the front door. "Wow look at this library guys" Toni whispers out in awe as he walks around the room. "Okay I'll admit this is cool. Not a big fan of books but cool nonetheless." Tristan mumbles After looking around it just doesn't feel right for us. Giving a look to Tyson he nods and let's Niko know we're ready for the next house. Leaving the house I realize that we haven't left the brothers neighborhood. "Babygirl most of what I picked are in this neighborhood or are 15 minutes from here." Oh well now it makes sense.