Page 65 of We Are Yours
Julius didn’t hear me speak first… it was his brother.
Except I didn’t do anything of the sort. Instead, I hugged him tight against my body, never wanting to let him go.
All the while staring into…
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Kraven’s eyes.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
Julius
“The fuck?” I mouthed, glaring at Kraven.
My core sank.
My chest heaved.
My face suddenly went pale.
In the blink of an eye, I grasped that this would be the moment when I could no longer hold back. I worked through the night to get back sooner, and I was exhausted. Except now I was walking into the house with a backpack full of money. I was going to have to bury it in the backyard when everyone was passed out.
To have to interrupt whatever was happening between them wasn’t something I expected to witness. I was unsure how quickly time had passed as we stood there with Isla in my arms…
Not saying a word.
Not moving a muscle.
Frozen in the places we were all standing.
I fought with the compelling need to take my anger out on something.
Or more like someone.
Kraven proved it with his intense stare. It answered all my silent questions without either of them having to say a word.
I held on to Isla until I couldn’t stop myself from blurting, “What the hell is going on?”
Kraven rubbed the back of his neck, eyeing me carefully. “We’re just hanging out, like you asked us, remember?”
Isla pulled away, and it was written clearly across her face.
Guilt.
Her eyes glazed over. It was quick, but I saw it. She licked her lips, sucking in her bottom one like she always did when she was deep in thought.
“Now that you’re back,” Kraven announced, “I’m going to leave you two lovebirds alone.”
He went to leave, but on his way up the stairs, I grabbed his arm.
“What, Julius?” he snapped, taking one look at my grip. His expression tightened. “What are you going to do? Don’t do this. It’s not what you think.”
“Really?” I countered, hanging by a thread. “It looks like the guilt is eating her alive. I leave you alone for one night,” I reminded, holding my finger up. “What kind of mess could you have possibly gotten yourself into now?”
“What?” He tore his arm away, looking insulted. “You always think the worst of me.”
