Chapter 62. Brother Duty

Maverick POV

Ultimately, I decided to go back to the penthouse willingly—not because of his ultimatum.

Well, Lake was right, though. I was bound by a contract, and I was also his wife. Part of it was that I missed him, too.

Since I didn’t have a car, Terzo volunteered to send me. I hadn’t opened the door to his bedroom when I heard shattering.

My heart leaped as I went downstairs, only to see him glaring at my brother. It still sounded weird that Terzo was really my brother.

“How the fuck did you get into my penthouse, drinking my— is that my scotch?”

“Wow. It’s true, then. You don’t share, do you? Only child syndrome,” Terzo said calmly, with a glass in his hand.

“Give me a fucking answer, or I will call the cops,” Lake warned him, clearly pissed off.

“What are they going to charge me with? Trespassing? They need a long list to read my Miranda rights.”

“Get the fuck out, Siciliano.” Lake was starting to lose his