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CHAPTER EIGHT
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2026-01-05 23:43:45
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CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND) CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR
"Some promises aren't made with words. They're made with the specific way someone looks at you when they say them."MYRAIt was late when I asked.Past midnight, the house quiet around us, the kind of settled darkness that belonged to hours when the rest of the world had stopped and it was just the two of you and whatever was true between you.We were in bed. Not sleeping. I'd been lying in the dark for a while, listening to his breathing, feeling the warmth of him beside me, and thinking the thoughts I usually managed to keep quieter than this. The ones that lived in the space between knowing you were safe right now and knowing right now wasn't a permanent condition.The gala kept coming back. Not in a panicked way, not with the visceral quality it had carried in the immediate aftermath. Just quietly. The specific sound of a gunshot in an enclosed space. The motion of being moved behind someone before I'd understood I needed to be.The smile on the man against the wall.This was only
CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND) CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE
"The most suffocating thing about being loved by a dangerous man is that his fear for you looks exactly like control."MYRAIt happened gradually and then all at once.That was the best way I could describe it. The morning after my father left, things started changing in ways that were individually reasonable and collectively overwhelming, each new addition arriving with its own logical justification that I couldn't argue with and didn't want to argue with and somehow still found myself arguing with anyway.It started with the vehicles.Marcus told me over breakfast that the car I'd been using had been replaced. The new one was armored, he explained, in the particular matter of fact tone he used when delivering information he expected might be received badly. Reinforced panels, blast resistant glass, the kind of specifications he listed with the brisk efficiency of someone reading from a technical document."Okay," I said.That one was fine. That one was reasonable. I'd been in the ba
CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND) CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
"The moment you stop letting someone else fight your battles is the moment you understand your own strength."MYRAMy father arrived at noon.I heard the car before I saw him — the particular sound of a vehicle moving with purpose up the private road, the kind of arrival that had energy before it had presence. I was in the living room with a book I hadn't been reading when the door opened and my father walked in and the temperature of the room changed the way it always changed when Marco Rossi entered a space.He looked at me first.The way he always did, that immediate parental inventory, checking for damage the way I'd watched him check buildings after storms — systematically, starting with the structure before moving to the details. I watched him find me whole and watched the specific relief of it move through him before anything else had a chance to.Then he crossed the room and hugged me.My father was not a demonstrative man in public. In private, with me specifically, he had al
CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND) CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE
"Home isn't always where you came from. Sometimes it's the person you refuse to leave."LUCANobody told me until morning.That was the thing I kept coming back to on the drive over, the thing that sat in my chest with a particular heat that I was trying to keep from becoming something louder. My sister had been in a car outside a gala while men with masks came for her, and I'd been asleep in my apartment completely unaware, and the first I'd heard of it was a call from Cristian at seven AM delivered in the careful tone of someone managing information.I'd called Zyran immediately.He'd answered on the second ring and told me she was safe and told me where they were and I'd been in my car before he finished the sentence.The property was forty minutes outside the city and I made it in twenty eight, which said something about my state of mind that I wasn't examining closely.Marcus met me at the gate."She's fine," he said, before I could say anything. "She slept. She's up now. She's f
CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND) CHAPTER SEVENTY
"Safety isn't always a place. Sometimes it's a decision someone makes about you."MYRAWe didn't go home.I realized it about fifteen minutes into the drive when the route became unfamiliar — streets I didn't recognize, then the city thinning out at the edges, then something that was neither city nor countryside but the quiet expensive in-between where old money built walls high enough that the outside world became theoretical."Where are we going?" I said."Somewhere else," Zyran said.Marcus was driving again. Zyran was in the back beside me, his phone in his hand, and he'd been typing and calling and receiving calls in a steady, focused stream since we'd gotten in the car. Not frantically. With the particular concentrated efficiency of someone running a system that required constant input.I'd sat beside him and watched the city change outside the window and held my own hands in my lap to keep them still."Somewhere else meaning what?" I said."A property outside the city. Not regi
CORRUPT ME (GIVING MY INNOCENCE TO MY BROTHER'S BESTFRIEND) CHAPTER SIXTY NINE
"You never truly know someone until you watch them become what they need to be to keep you alive."MYRAThe gala had been Cristian's idea.A charity event, one of the legitimate-facing ones that the Kingsmen used to maintain the veneer of respectability that Cristian cultivated so carefully. Black tie, a hotel ballroom, the kind of evening where powerful people stood in expensive clothes and wrote checks that made their other activities easier to look past.Zyran had been reluctant. I'd seen it in the way he'd looked at the invitation when Cristian sent it over, that brief assessment that wasn't about the event itself but about variables. Public venue. Fixed location. Predictable timing.I'd watched him weigh it and decide the alliance maintenance outweighed the exposure risk.I'd watched him make the wrong call for the right reasons, which was the thing about calculated people — sometimes the calculation was only as good as the information feeding it.We didn't know then what Nikolai
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