Page 93 of We Are Yours

I breathed her in, and once I couldn’t take it anymore, I growled, gripping her throat to hold her in place.

Away from me.

I stayed quiet until it felt like I was sitting in a jail cell, bled dry.

I let her go. I had to.

Fully aware…

* * *

I was royally fucked.

Chapter

Thirty-Two

Julius

Call it instinct.

Perception.

Madness.

I should have stopped watching the video surveillance of them, but I couldn’t help it.

One second, Marco wouldn’t shut the fuck up, and the next, I thought I saw Isla’s bright red hair coming out of the bathroom. The camera quickly shifted to her walking down the hallway. Even on the security footage, she was stunning and took my breath away.

I was a lucky bastard.

There I sat, admiring the beauty that was Isla, not paying any mind to what Marco was saying. All of a sudden, Kraven appeared out of nowhere, backing her into what appeared to be a secluded corner. I wondered if he did that for my benefit.

I wasn’t an idiot, walking in on them more times than I cared to remember. Their little private conversations always got to me, but it was what it was…

I don’t think I have to worry, right?

Trust didn’t come easy for me by any means, and if I couldn’t trust my own brother, my own flesh and blood, then who could I trust?

Isla’s my best friend, and the best relationships stem from friendships, right?

The last thing I wanted was to see with my own two eyes what was happening behind my back.

“What the fuck?” I muttered under my breath, standing to get closer to the screen.

“Hmm…” Marco hummed, swiftly gripping my shoulder. “Looks like you might have some competition.”

I was a ticking fucking time bomb about to explode.

“Your brother doesn’t know you’ve been trying to get custody of him, does he?”

“No.” I shook my head. “I didn’t want to get his hopes up.”

The longer I stood there, the more I realized I couldn’t save him. Maybe because he wanted a rival, an enemy to blame. For years, I’d been killing myself to take care of him, to make sure he had a roof over his head and food on the table.

I bent over backward for him anytime he needed me. He never asked. I just did. It was my role as his older brother. I had to protect him. For a long time, until Isla came along, he was my only family. The only person who mattered to me.

But this…