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Chapter 311
Chapter 311:
He held a heavy crystal glass in his right hand and stared blindly at the amber liquid swirling at the bottom. The massive amount of alcohol in his bloodstream was doing absolutely nothing to numb his brain. If anything, it acted as a magnifying glass, amplifying the agonizing replay of June’s disgusted eyes and Crawford’s arrogant declaration on an endless, torturous loop.
The heavy velvet curtain separating the booth from the main hallway was suddenly pushed aside.
Julian Thorne walked in.
Julian had driven back from the hospital earlier that afternoon, exhausted and heading for his own apartment in the back of a town car, when a frantic call from the hospital administration reached him — detailing the brutal fight that had destroyed an ICU room and severed their brotherhood entirely.
He unbuttoned his jacket and slid into the leather booth across from Cole.
𝘚𝘩a𝗋е у𝗼𝘂𝗋 𝖿𝖺v𝗼𝘳𝗂𝘵e𝘴 f𝘳𝗼𝗆
“You look like a corpse, Cole,” Julian said, his voice flat.
Cole did not look up. He lifted the crystal glass and swallowed the burning whiskey in one violent gulp, welcoming the physical pain as it scorched his throat.
Julian reached across the table and pulled the fourth, half-empty bottle out of Cole’s reach.
“Stop drinking,” Julian ordered. “You need to sober up and look at the reality of your situation p>
Cole raised his head slowly. His eyes were completely bloodshot, swimming in a toxic pool of grief and rage.
“The reality?” Cole rasped, his voice thick and slurred.
“Yes, the reality,” Julian said, leaning forward and placing his hands flat on the table. “June is gone, Cole. Her heart is completely dead to you. Crawford is ready to burn down Wall Street to protect her. If you keep forcing this legal cage on her, you are going to destroy your own company and everyone around you.” He held Cole’s gaze. “Sign the divorce papers. Let her go p>
The words let her go hit Cole like a violent electrical shock.
His hand tightened around the heavy crystal glass until his knuckles turned bone-white. Then he swung his arm with terrifying force and drove the glass directly into the velvet wall beside Julian’s head.
CRASH.
The glass shattered into a hundred jagged pieces, sharp shards exploding outward and raining down onto the leather seats and the floor.
Julian threw his arm up to protect his face.
Cole lunged across the table. He seized the lapels of Julian’s jacket and pulled him forward until their faces were inches apart, Cole’s expression contorted into a mask of pure, desperate madness.
“She is my wife!” Cole roared, his voice tearing at his own vocal cords. “She is mine! I don’t care what Crawford wants! I don’t care if she hates me! Nobody is taking her away from me! Nobody p>
The raw, possessive desperation in his voice was terrifying — the sound of a man drowning, refusing to release the anchor dragging him under.
Julian grabbed Cole’s wrists and forced him backward into his seat.
“And what about Alycia?” Julian demanded, his voice cutting through Cole’s madness like a scalpel. “What are you going to do about your brother’s dying wish? Are you going to keep playing house with her while holding June hostage p>
The mention of Caleb’s dying wish instantly paralyzed Cole.