The brothers who fought for me (by Levi Bennett) novel Chapter 12

**A Promise Lost Between Two Worlds by Jaxon Hale Ryder**

Upon returning to his homeland, Ezekiel slipped back into a life of excess and reckless abandon, a life that felt both familiar and exhilarating.

In the span of just twenty days, he lost himself in the throes of hedonism, drinking until the stars faded from the sky, pushing his car to its limits in adrenaline-fueled races, and diving headfirst into every extreme sport that dared to challenge him.

He reveled in the freedom that came with being himself, unburdened by the weight of expectations or the ‘troubles’ that had once shackled him at home. Each breath he took felt lighter, as if he were shedding the very skin of his past.

Inside the VIP lounge of Soul Bar, the atmosphere was electric.

The music thumped like a heartbeat, drowning out all coherent thought, while the lights danced chaotically, casting colorful shadows across the room. Champagne flowed like a river, bubbles bursting in a symphony of celebration.

Ezekiel lounged on a plush sofa, his body half-reclined, the collar of his sleek black shirt casually undone, embodying an effortless charm. His phoenix-like eyes, usually so sharp, were now half-closed, entranced by the amber liquid swirling in his glass, lost in a labyrinth of introspection.

A striking girl, her makeup bold and daring, emboldened by her own allure, dared to sidle up to him, her body pressing against his arm, seeking his attention.

With a sultry smile, she reached for his glass, her voice dripping with sweetness as she purred, “Mr. Powell, isn’t it a bit dull to drink all by yourself? How about I keep you company?”

As she leaned closer, preparing to clink her glass against his, a sudden shift rippled through Ezekiel.

The haze that clouded his mind darkened, morphing into something sharper, more menacing.

In a swift motion, he raised his hand, flinging both the glass and the girl away with a fierce intensity. “Ugly, get lost!” he barked, his voice slicing through the revelry like a knife.

“Bang—”

The sound of shattering glass echoed, mingling with the girl’s startled scream, instantly silencing the entire lounge.

Those present, seasoned insiders of the nightlife, exchanged wary glances, knowing instinctively that they had just witnessed the stormy temperament of a man who was not to be trifled with. Someone immediately gestured for the staff to escort the sobbing girl away, her pride as shattered as the glass on the floor.

Another patron, eager to placate the brewing storm, stepped forward, his voice oozing with false cheer. “Mr. Powell, what kind of woman would you prefer to drink with? I’ll arrange it right away.”

Ezekiel’s gaze dropped, a murmur escaping his lips as he repeated the words that had just tumbled from his mouth. Then, with deliberate slowness, he articulated his desires.

“She has to look pure, with those dewy eyes that sparkle when she looks at people, a sweet, playful voice, and she mustn’t be too loud.”

He gestured below his chest, his fingers slicing through the air to emphasize his point. “About this tall, with a delicate waist that fits snugly in one hand… and there has to be a small red mole on the right side of her neck.”

Before he could finish, a heavy silence enveloped him, as if the very air had thickened with tension.

It was as though a sudden realization struck him, darkening his expression like a storm cloud rolling in.

The temperature in the lounge dropped, and an uneasy atmosphere settled over the crowd, everyone acutely aware of Ezekiel’s foul mood.

Cautious glances were exchanged, each person silently questioning whether they were about to witness another eruption of his infamous temper.

Wayne Cole, Ezekiel’s closest confidant, felt a twitch in his eyelid, a premonition of trouble.

Wasn’t the woman Ezekiel had just described Juliette?

Wayne was all too aware of the tangled web that connected Ezekiel, his brother Giovanni, and Juliette. He knew that after her divorce, Juliette had moved to Britain, seeking distance from the chaos that had once consumed her life.

Ezekiel had already exacted his revenge, promising Giovanni that once Leilani’s surgery was complete, he would honor Leilani’s request.

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