Page 149 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

“Not a chance.”

I’m already pulling my clothes back on, fingers fumbling as I shove my limbs through them. Whatever is happening out there sounds like the exact opposite of something I should ignore.

Gabe hesitates for half a second. Then he nods once. “Stay behind me.”

We step out into the hallway.

The noise is louder out here.

Voices echo off the high ceilings, jagged and completely at odds with the calm, controlled atmosphere this place usually has.

We follow the sound toward the main entrance hall.

And the second we round the corner, I stop dead.

Xander is standing in the middle of the room, shoulders tense, hands clenched at his sides.

And facing him is him.

Or at least someone who looks so much like him it’s almost unsettling.

Same height. Same build. Same dark hair.

But where Xander is all jagged edges and controlled intensity, this man looks like craziness barely held together. His hair is longer, messier. There’s a roughness to him, like he’s been through something and hasn’t bothered to smooth it over.

His eyes are just as blue, but they’re warmer. And right now, they’re blazing.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Xander snaps.

The other man lets out a humorless laugh. “Nice to see you too, brother.”

Brother.

Oh.

That word hits like a brick.

Judging by the way Xander looks like he might actually throw him through a wall, this is bad.

“You don’t just show up here, Dylan,” Xander snarls. “You don’t get to walk in like nothing happened.”

“I didn’t say nothing happened,” Dylan fires back. “I said we need to talk.”

“We’ve had a year to talk.”

“And you’ve ignored every single attempt.”

“Because I had nothing to say to you.”

Dylan flinches, and my chest twists.

Gabe steps forward. “This isn’t the place⁠—”

Xander rounds on him. “And you. You thought this was a good idea?”

Gabe doesn’t back down. “I thought it was necessary.”

“You went behind my back.”