An Undercover Affair with His Brother - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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The Mediterranean sun glistened off Vivian's skin as she lay sprawled across the deck in an unnatural scorpion split. Even unconscious from whatever they'd forced down her throat, her face contorted in pain—her body wasn't built for this kind of flexibility.
The surrounding men licked their lips like starved dogs, their crude comments hanging thick in the salty air. "A treasure like this comes once in a lifetime," one muttered, spitting on the deck for emphasis.
The masked bastard stepped closer, his voice oozing with mock sympathy. "One perfect swing, Officer, and you both walk free. A decorated marksman like you wouldn't miss, would you?"
My hands shook as I gripped the putter. That birdcall from the cliffs snapped me back to reality. With a surge of adrenaline, I swung the titanium club like I was driving the ball straight to hell.
The satisfying crack of metal against skull sent him reeling. Before he could recover, I'd already buried my hairpin dagger in his arm. My team erupted from hiding, overwhelming most of the crew—but the masked leader? Gone like smoke in the wind.
The math didn't add up. Only five people knew our operation details: Nathan, Daniel, Vivian, the captain... and me. Someone had sold us out.
I mentally ran through the suspects. Nathan could profile a criminal's tells before they blinked, but couldn't throw a punch to save his life. His brother Daniel? Pure combat muscle. That masked fighter had moved with terrifying precision—too skilled to be Nathan, too physically imposing to be Vivian.
The dented putter in my hand suddenly felt heavier.
Below decks, I found Daniel unconscious near the storage lockers. Rolling up his sleeve revealed the smoking gun—my distinctive dagger wound. Nathan had custom-forged this blade; there were no copies.
But this could be misdirection. I needed definitive proof—that putter strike had landed squarely on the inner thigh. If I didn't check now while he was out, I'd never get another chance against Daniel awake.
The memory of that damned hydraulic bed flashed through my mind, heating my cheeks. Jaw clenched, I gathered my skirt—
"Evelyn?"
Nathan's voice nearly stopped my heart. My knees buckled and I collapsed right onto Daniel's torso, jolting him awake with a pained cough.
Now straddling his waist in the most compromising position, I couldn't move—couldn't breathe.
Nathan limped closer, concern wrinkling his brow. "You're dead on your feet, love. Let me help with—" He froze, noticing my Chantilly lace trapped beneath his brother.
The sweat trickling down my spine turned to ice.
The surrounding men licked their lips like starved dogs, their crude comments hanging thick in the salty air. "A treasure like this comes once in a lifetime," one muttered, spitting on the deck for emphasis.
The masked bastard stepped closer, his voice oozing with mock sympathy. "One perfect swing, Officer, and you both walk free. A decorated marksman like you wouldn't miss, would you?"
My hands shook as I gripped the putter. That birdcall from the cliffs snapped me back to reality. With a surge of adrenaline, I swung the titanium club like I was driving the ball straight to hell.
The satisfying crack of metal against skull sent him reeling. Before he could recover, I'd already buried my hairpin dagger in his arm. My team erupted from hiding, overwhelming most of the crew—but the masked leader? Gone like smoke in the wind.
The math didn't add up. Only five people knew our operation details: Nathan, Daniel, Vivian, the captain... and me. Someone had sold us out.
I mentally ran through the suspects. Nathan could profile a criminal's tells before they blinked, but couldn't throw a punch to save his life. His brother Daniel? Pure combat muscle. That masked fighter had moved with terrifying precision—too skilled to be Nathan, too physically imposing to be Vivian.
The dented putter in my hand suddenly felt heavier.
Below decks, I found Daniel unconscious near the storage lockers. Rolling up his sleeve revealed the smoking gun—my distinctive dagger wound. Nathan had custom-forged this blade; there were no copies.
But this could be misdirection. I needed definitive proof—that putter strike had landed squarely on the inner thigh. If I didn't check now while he was out, I'd never get another chance against Daniel awake.
The memory of that damned hydraulic bed flashed through my mind, heating my cheeks. Jaw clenched, I gathered my skirt—
"Evelyn?"
Nathan's voice nearly stopped my heart. My knees buckled and I collapsed right onto Daniel's torso, jolting him awake with a pained cough.
Now straddling his waist in the most compromising position, I couldn't move—couldn't breathe.
Nathan limped closer, concern wrinkling his brow. "You're dead on your feet, love. Let me help with—" He froze, noticing my Chantilly lace trapped beneath his brother.
The sweat trickling down my spine turned to ice.
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