All Chapters of Bound By Our Pasts: I Married My Ex's Ruthless Brother.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I briskly walk into my room, close the door behind me, and sit down on the edge of the bed, covering my face with my hands. My insides feel like they have grown teeth, trying to eat away at the butterflies forming in the pit of my stomach. A prickly sensation engulfs my flesh, almost like it has been set ablaze.What the hell was that all about? I was so captivated by Maverick's words that I found myself eagerly hoping for him to end my suspense and lean in for a kiss as I shamelessly moved closer to him.If Levi didn't show up when he did. I most likely would have made the first move and kissed Maverick myself. Would I have regretted it? Undoubtedly.His words have a unique ability to make me feel truly seen and understood.It’s such a dangerous sensation that leaves me feeling stripped of any self-control I have left when I am with him. And for the life of me, I can’t understand why I feel drawn to him when I should be trying to keep my distance from him.We are bound by contrac

I lift my phone as I look away from the window and glance at the time.The day has already passed, and it's now evening. Maverick still hasn't bothered to return my calls. I've tried to contact him multiple times, and they all went to voice mail.I had to ask Lucy for his number, and she looked a little bemused as to why I didn’t already have it saved on my phone.“I don't mean to pry, Mrs. Quinn, but may I ask why you don't have Mr. Quinns number already saved in your contacts?” She asked as she reached into her apron pocket and extracted her phone.“This is a new phone and…”“Oh, say no more.” She muttered before she read me Mavericks' number out loud.If I had any idea that Maverick was going to ghost me, I would have asked to borrow her phone instead.I have this weird sense that he already has mine. Of course, he does…I bloody worked for him and wrote it down on my job application form. What's the point of having a phone if he isn’t going to bother answering my calls?Well, scr

“Are you threatening me, Mr. Quinn?” I ask him with amusement.“Not at all, Angel.” He replies gruffly. “Are you done visiting your aunt?” He gazes back at the house and his brows furrow. “Where is your aunt, by the way?”“Yes, I am finished, and I put my aunt to sleep after I made her some soup.” I reply. “Are we taking the chair with us too?”Maverick lets go of the chair and moves aside. I smirk at him as I get to my feet and pick my handbag up.He trails two steps behind me in silence as I walk across the lawn toward the driveway, and the sound of silence has never rung so loudly in my ears.As I step from the lawn onto the footpath, I miscalculate my step, and the heel of my stiletto gets caught in one of the many cracks riddling the pavement.I stumble forward, feeling my heart rise in my throat, and I squeeze my eyes shut as I wait for my body to collide with the ground.Instantaneously, Maverick springs forward, his fingers grip my waist, steadying me. His fingertips send a

“I’m not sure your shoes are a good choice,” Maverick says, looking me over. I look down at my feet. I'm wearing a pair of yellow Chuck Taylors'. “And why is that?” I ask with a scowl on my face, trying to think of a reason why he would say that when we are just taking a tour of the property. Should I have worn gumboots? “You’ll scare my dogs.” I stiffen. “I’m not interested in seeing your dogs.” “You don’t like dogs?” I meet his piercing gaze and smile while bile rises in my throat. “I hate dogs with a passion.” I manage to say without my voice trembling. “That's too bad. You’re meeting them, anyway.” He takes my hand and leads me outside across the lawn. “Maverick, please. I don’t want to see your dogs!” I try to pull away as we walk around the estate. “Maverick!” I cry out, causing him to stop dead in his tracks, and he takes my chin between his fingers. “They're guard dogs, Angel, but they are unfamiliar with your scent. You must meet them so they can familiarize and ack

“So, we all agree with the decision that Maverick Quinn is going to take over the family?” Bishop asks. Under my father's rule, Bishop was his consigliere. I intend to keep him as my adviser, with Levi still at my side. The men sitting around the Elite table turn toward me. Saint nods first. Theo Knox follows, then Angelo Anderson, Jeremiah Cross and Alexander Reign are next. I do my best not to glance over at Matthias, who is standing with his back against the wall, shaking his head with his arms folded over his chest. I know the little fucker wants to throw a hissy fit, and cast me out, but he can't if he wishes to take over the Lorenzo empire. I never planned to accept my fate by taking over my father's position at the head of the table. I was happy with my own crew, doing what I wanted without having to deal with the elder Don's sitting around this table. Fresh blood is always frowned upon until you can prove your loyalty and show how much of an asset you can be instead of a l