Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54

Norah’s POV

The street at night was quiet, too quiet.

My thoughts raced about Madrid, the model, the padrino.

A cold shiver crawled up my spine.

I felt eyes on my back.

I didn’t look. I walked faster.

Footsteps quickened behind me, heavy and rough.

I heard ragged breathing closing in.

Ahead, two figures turned onto the sidewalk from the direction of my hotel.

Blocking my path.

I ducked into a narrow alley, cluttered with junk and shadows.

I ran in the dark, knocking over crates.

Curses echoed behind me.

A powerful hand yanked me sideways.

Another clamped over my mouth, stifling my cry.

I was pulled into a cramped storage room, my face pressed against a solid chest.

The scent of cedar and whiskey filled my senses.

Lucien.

We squeezed into a narrow space between wooden crates.

He held me tightly against him, his body shielding mine.

I tried to speak, but urgent footsteps stopped just outside.

“Where did she go?” a man snarled in a thick accent.

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“Search the area!” another voice ordered.

My heart hammered against my ribs.

Flashlight beams cut through the gaps between the crates.

Twice, the light almost found us.

Lucien’s body was tense, ready to strike.

He bent his head close to my ear, his breath hot. “Don’t be afraid.”

I nodded, unable to speak.

In the dark, pressed against him, I felt his heartbeat–steady, strong.

A strange warmth spread through me, unwanted but undeniable.

The search continued, then faded.

Muttered curses, footsteps moving away.

Silence returned, thick and heavy.

We didn’t move.

His breath was warm on my neck.

I tried to push him away, but my hands hesitated on his chest.

His arm tightened around my waist.

He lowered his head, his nose brushing my ear, sending a jolt through my body.

“Are you okay?” His voice was rough, unsettling my composure.

I was dangerously close to losing myself to the sound of his voice.

But my senses returned.

I pressed my elbow against his chest, my voice trembling. “Let me go, Lucien.”

He released me, though his gaze held mine, dark and intense.

“Is that how you thank the man who just saved you?” he murmured, a faint laugh in his voice.

“Nobody asked you to.” I turned away, smoothing my hair and dress, hoping he couldn’t see my

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flushed cheeks. “I’m going back to the hotel.”

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“Good. I’m tired too.” He laced his fingers through mine as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and headed toward the hotel.

“You don’t live this way,” I said, exasperated.

“Don’t I? I must have forgotten.” He said it shamelessly, like stating a simple fact.

I didn’t argue. I quickened my pace, steadying my breathing.

Back in the room, warm light pushed back the night, but it couldn’t dissolve the tension

between us.

I went straight to the desk, opened my laptop, and plugged in the USB.

Spreadsheets, forged documents–enough evidence to bury Damian and Eleanor for good.

Lucien tossed his jacket on the sofa and came to stand beside the desk, watching me quietly.

I felt his gaze, and my hand on the mouse twitched.

He reached over and took my hand. I tried to pull back.

“Wait,” he said, his tone leaving no room for

argument.

He took a heavy signet ring from his pocket, intricately engraved, and slid it onto my ring finger.

Before I could react, he placed a black metal card on the desk. It gleamed under the light.

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