Page 47 of Bossy Ex's Brother

I walked toward them, keeping my eye on Felix, making sure he saw the obvious threat. I was leaving now, but that didn’t mean I still wouldn’t come back and beat his ass for disrespecting his sister.

When I got to Jane’s side, I wrapped my hands around her waist and dragged her to me for a kiss. She gave a single sound of surprise, but she didn’t fight my hold. In fact, despite her mind likely protesting, her body was leaning into it, her lips allowing me to sink even deeper and taste her.

I pulled back before I lost my mind again and saw that her eyes were glazed over with desire again.

“See you tomorrow,” I said, and she didn’t fight me. She just nodded.

Then I gave her brother a look. I wasn’t sure if he understood, but he swallowed.

I left soon after.

I thought for a while about what to do with the number. I could have our PI track it down, but then Lorenzo might turn it off when it wasn’t in use or use a signal blocker or something. That kid was pretty smart when it came to technology or things of that nature.

The easiest thing to do would be to lure him out.

Maybe if he thought I was going to hurt Jane, he would come to me.

He probably already knew she was working for me, which was why he reappeared in the town. It also told me that he cared about her. I could use that to my advantage…

Without thinking, I typed into the phone:

Found your woman. She tastes pretty good. If you want to see her alive, meet me at the Overton bridge.

I sent it, feeling my heart pound with anticipation. Then I waited a few minutes before checking the phone again. The message was read, but there was no reply.

I also called, but the number wasn’t going through.

Fuck.

I called Brandon.

“Hey,” Brandon answered on the first ring.

“Do me a favor and have Ernesto track this number for me. ASAP. No idea if it will actually work because that asshole might have a blocker on.”

“Roger,” Brandon said, and he hung up so he could be our mafia hacker. He would be able to track it faster than a PI, especially if the phone was turned off.

Fifteen minutes later, Brandon called me back with a location.

I hopped on my bike, slamming on the gas as I zipped toward the address. I broke a few state laws getting there, urgency beating at me to go even faster before he got away again.

But I was too late.

By the time I got there, nothing and nobody greeted me in the empty field. Only a smashed phone was on the ground.

I wanted to hit something. The bastard eluded me again.

I tookout most of my anger in the boxing rink that afternoon, tormented by everything I could have done differently. I shouldn’t have sent Lorenzo the text. I should have gone after him directly instead of following Jane home. But thinking about what-ifs never helped anybody. The end goal was the same.

I got nothing.

Violent rage had me hitting the bag over and over again. A few brave souls offered me a spar, but I didn’t want to put another human being through the abuse I was taking out on my dummy. The way I felt, I just might kill someone.

I wished it was Lorenzo who was standing on the other side.

I remember the day I realized my brother had betrayed me. I’d stored up evidence against the Morettis, information that would guarantee me some leverage against them. Information that could get a bunch of them behind bars if it was leaked to the police.

And the bastard who called himself my brother stole it when he left, leaving me with no leverage whatsoever.

---