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Jules POV "Show her the photos, Roni," Ethan says, his voice rising through the athletic department hallway. The words hit me, but it's his tone it was deadly calm that makes my blood freeze. I'm standing near Coach Peterson's office, clutching my student liaison folder against my chest. "What photos?" I ask, though my voice comes out smaller than I want it to. My brother leans against the wall with his arms crossed, looking at me like I'm a stranger who wandered into his territory. Veronica Clarke steps forward, her phone already glowing in her perfectly manicured hand.

Elena's pov; "Uh, I'm totally fine." Her hand flew up, silencing me. "You've got to get this treated. Otherwise, this might get infected." I shake my head, in a no. But instead listening to me, she grabbed my wrist softly and added, "it must have hurt, yes?" "No, it doesn't." My spine straightened. "I have to leave, my brothers will be worried." The word, 'brother' brought a sour taste, however I didn't let it bother me, not even to the slightest.

Miller leaned forward. "Go on." "Ava and I, we were talking that day. About books. She mentioned this series she loved, 'The Shadow Watchers.' It's about a secret society that observes injustices and anonymously leaks information to expose criminals." He held up the book. "She said the author, a reclusive writer, uses the pen name 'Boom.' She thought it was cool. Like, 'boom, here's the truth.'" Miller’s eyes widened. "Boom. The name that appeared on the video file."

“Since when did you become a paparazzi?” “Cut the crap, bro. Are you thinking about the same girl Bryan told me?” She squinted her eyes, “don’t bother lying because I’ve had enough of your foolish smiles.” I scoffed and pick some of Ayle’s books randomly. What is this? How to master cooking in ten days? 101 simple receipts for breakfast! Cooking hacks: Never fails in a new receipt “Are you planning to burn our house again?” Ayle snatched those books from my hand, not before smacking the three of them on my head. “I’m tired of you feeding me shits. Girliegotta know how to cook.”

He was right, words have completely failed me. He reached for me then and began to wrap the treated hemp around one of my wrists before bringing the rope behind me and typing my hand together behind my back. For some reason, I didn't struggle. Maybe it was shock? I didn't know, but once he had my arms secured, he did something else that completely amazed me. But it was something I had fantasied about recently. I stared with rapt attention, waiting for what was about to happen. Brody unzips his pants. And pulls out his dick. Holy Mary Mother of God.

"Kelda would like you to have this. It is very old, a history of our people. We hope it will help." Liv didn't move for several breaths, but finally stepped forward and took the book from Brodi's outstretched hand, careful not to touch him. The book itself tingled in her fingers and she almost dropped it in surprise. The book clutched tightly to her chest, she stepped back. "We are here…I am here for whatever you need," Brodi told her, holding his arms out to his sides. Liv bit her lip as she regarded him – like some kind of Viking warrior presenting himself to her as tribute. Her insides quivered, but she refused to submit to this insane pull she felt for him. It's not real. Just get out of

I knew immediately, he was Ramsey’s son. He looked almost exactly like his father, tall, broad shoulders, sharp jawline but there was something darker about him. His forearms were covered in tattoos that disappeared under the sleeves of his black shirt. He had a small silver piercing on his eyebrow and that smirk… God, that smirk. Arrogant, annoying and Infuriating. He looked like trouble wrapped in designer clothing. I lifted my chin slightly and walked past him without saying a word. I don’t need stepbrother drama. I’m here for one mission only.

One I see as being a waste of money. Okay, I can do this, of course, I can. Walking home I get in and change out of my wet clothes straight away. I hang up his umbrella, I will return it tomorrow. I walk in and sit down. Grabbing the envelope, I look at it. I should read them, so I know what I will be doing as his personal assistant. There could be things in there he will ask me about to check I read it, so that is all I will do tonight. My hands pull out the papers, ignoring the cover I flip to the second page, my eyes widening at the words “The Brat consents”. I quickly turn back to the first page, my eyes catching the words.

“You touch her again and I’ll…” “What?” Tom must have regretted asking the question, because before Tom could even ask another question, he was greeted with Liam’s fist. As he tried to stand up, Liam grabbed my hand and said, “Don’t you ever do that. Don’t you know who I live next to?” I nodded, but I was unable to speak. He dragged me to his house, and as soon as he shut the door, I expected him to lecture me. Tell me that I was out of line. Instead he simply said, “Take your bra off!”

Have you ever read a story on the brothers’ bond? If not, then you are in the right place. This story is not your typical love story, so if you are here to read a particular love story, then the story is not for you guys. (Book 2 of “Her Bidder,” For a better understanding, I’ll suggest reading “Her Bidder” first. This book is a stand-alone. However, few things are there whose proper detail mentioned in its 1st book. If you get confused anywhere, then you can read the 1st book to clear your confusion.)