Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 604

The "game" Bruno had in mind wasn't a friendly round of poker. It was something twisted.

I stared him down, but his gaze flicked between me and Hayden. "The dynamic between you four is fascinating," he said. "Jace Johnston, her ex. She's your ex. And Yara Drago, your new girl. So, tell me... who really loves whom the most here?" "Doesn't matter who loves who," I shot back. "We definitely don't love you, so stay out of it."

He grinned. "This isn't meddling, it's curiosity. Your tangled little love lives could use some sorting out."

Hayden's patience wore thin. "Say what you want and get to the point."

Bruno smirked, pressing his lips together. "Impatient, huh? Fine."

He stood up and headed toward the house.

Hayden and I stayed put, but his guards immediately stepped forward. "If you'd please follow us."

This was Bruno's turf, and we had no clue where Jace and Yara were. For now, we had no choice but to go with it.

mansion was massive, and right when we walked inside, we were greeted by a huge painting of a roaring tiger-its jaws wide open, sharp

was wrong. When I was younger, I loved animals and their art, but my dad never allowed it. He always said that houses should be filled with peaceful things-landscapes, flowers, plants- never anything with aggressive energy like tigers or eagles. He believed that kind of vibe could

with predator art. In the center of the main hall was a giant sculpture of a coiled

these fierce animals said a lot about him. And now, with all of us trapped in his hands, I had a bad feeling about how things were going

out.

we were already here. No turning

like it?" Bruno suddenly asked, snapping

thing soon enough." My nerves shot up, and I couldn't help but

though I wasn't counting on him to save me, there was something about the way he stayed calm that gave me this weird sense of comfort. If things went sideways, he wouldn't just leave me, right? With

this a

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a voice sliced through the tension.

turned, and there was Yara, hanging in mid-air, caught in some kind of