The BAD Brothers' Obsession

CHAPTER 2

Cassandra’s POV

I shut my eyes tightly and opened them again, hoping I’d imagined the scene in front of me. But no, the three figures were still there. I pinched my arm hard, wincing as a sharp pain shot through me, and a sinking realization hit—this wasn’t a nightmare I could wake up from.

Sitting in my living room, looking completely at ease, were Brian, Axel, and Draven—the BAD brothers.

My stomach twisted, and my mind scrambled to make sense of it. Why the f**k was my bully and his brothers in my house?

“Baby, you’re back home early. Look who we have here.” My mum called out in a chirpy tone, a broad smile playing on her lips as if this were the best surprise in the world.

I forced my eyes away from the brothers, looking at her in disbelief, but she didn’t notice. She was practically glowing with excitement.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My dad caught my expression and gave me a sheepish smile.

“I meant to tell you,” he started, scratching the back of his neck, “but I didn’t get a chance. You see, their dad and I go way back. We were practically like brothers ourselves.”

I swallowed hard, my heart beating so fast that I could hear its thuds in my ears. That explained the connection, but still, why were they here? “And… they’re… here because…?”

“Oh, sweet pea, don’t act like that.” My dad coped. “Our house is undergoing some renovations, so… they’ll be staying with us for a bit.”

At that moment, a man I hadn’t noticed stood beside my father. Alpha Ravenscroft—their father. He was imposing, with a rugged face and piercing eyes that reminded me of the same intensity in his sons. He stepped forward, a slight smile softening his serious expression.

“Nice to see you again, Cassandra,” he said politely, as if this were a normal family gathering. “I apologize for the sudden intrusion. Draven thought pulling a little prank on his brothers would be hilarious, but it backfired. Ended up… well, blowing up a good part of the house.”

Their father continued, “I was going to arrange for a hotel, but your dad—” he nodded appreciatively at my father, “insisted we stay here. Said you have plenty of space, and well, it’s not every day old friends get to spend time together.”

“Oh, just a couple of weeks, sweetheart,” my mom added with a bright smile. “It’ll be nice having some extra company around for once in this crazy big house.”

Brian’s voice cut in, dripping with sarcasm. “We’re so grateful to your parents for their generosity, Cassie. It’s nice to know they’re as kind as you are.”

I clenched my jaw, fighting to keep my expression neutral. “Right. Generous,” I muttered under my breath.

Axel grinned lazily from the couch, stretching out like he owned the place. “Hope you don’t mind, Cassie,” he said, his blue eyes gleaming with a challenge. “We’ll try not to make too much of a mess.”

Draven gave a low chuckle, leaning forward with that easy, careless smile. “But don’t worry,” he added, “we’ll keep out of your way. Mostly.”

My fists clenched at my sides, but I forced a tight smile. “Great. I’ll look forward to that,” I said through gritted teeth.

I have no issue with Draven and Axel, but with the way Brian treated me, it was only a matter of time before they joined in and took pleasure in tormenting me. I never buy their little act of trying to protect me when Brian was doing too much to make my life a living hell.

My number one goal while they’re still here is to figure out how to avoid being in the house alone with them while I’m stuck living with them.

Not wasting any more time, I quickly hurried upstairs to freshen up before going back down to help my mom make dinner. Once it was ready, I helped her set the table.

“Come on guys, dinner is served.” My mom called out.

In a twinkle of an eye, everyone was rushing to the dinner table for dinner.

Dinner was no better than my usual encounters at school with Brian. I sat across from the brothers, my fork clutched so tightly that my knuckles turned white as they passed each other smirks and threw subtle jabs at me.

Every time I glanced up, Brian watched me, his eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of someone who knew exactly how much power they had.

“So, Cassandra,” Brian said, leaning back in his chair with that infuriatingly smug grin, “how’s the adjustment to Crestwood going? Making lots of… new friends?”

I glared at him, forcing myself not to react. “Just fine,” I muttered, stabbing at my food.

“Oh, come on, Cassie,” Axel drawled, his voice mocking. “You’ve always been so independent. You don’t need friends, right?”

“Enough,” Draven cut in, shaking his head with a smirk. “Let’s not scare her off on the first night.” He glanced at me, his tone light but with an edge I couldn’t quite read. “We’re practically family now, right?”

I forced a tight-lipped smile, ignoring the thrill of anger and humiliation boiling up inside me. Practically family. The thought made me feel sick, but I pushed it down, refusing to give them the satisfaction.

Finally, the torturous meal ended, and I escaped to my room, shutting the door behind me and collapsing onto my bed. I stared at the ceiling, the reality of my new “housemates” settling in.

Just a couple of weeks, I told myself. But those few weeks felt like a lifetime when you had to live under the same roof with the BAD brothers, especially Brian.

Hours slipped by as I lay in bed, tossing and turning, my mind replaying tonight’s dinner like a broken record.

His smirks, his words, the way he looked at me. I couldn’t shake it.

Finally, I gave up on sleep, threw on my robe, and padded down the hall to get some water.

As I rounded the corner to the kitchen, I froze.

Brian was there.

He leaned casually against the counter, arms crossed, his posture relaxed but his presence anything but that. His eyes flicked up, locking onto mine, and then traveled down, lingering on the curve of my collarbone where my robe had slipped. His smirk deepened as he raised a brow.

“Looks like someone couldn’t sleep,” His voice was a lazy drawl, filled with mockery. “What kept you up, Cassie? Thoughts of me?”

I stiffened, clenching my jaw. I should’ve rolled my eyes and walked away, but his audacity held me in place.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Brian,” I snapped, crossing my arms in defiance. “You’re not that important.”

His gaze didn’t waver. If anything, my response seemed to amuse him. “Oh, but I must be,” he said, pushing off the counter and taking a step closer. “Otherwise, why would you look so... bothered?”

Even though he bullied me relentlessly at school, I wasn’t about to let him do the same here. This was my home—my only sanctuary. “You don’t scare me,” I said firmly, though the slight tremble in my voice betrayed me.

Brian chuckled softly, the sound low and menacing. “No?” He took another step, his eyes dropping to my robe again. “That nightwear says otherwise. Pretty bold choice for someone who’s ‘not bothered.’”

I tightened the fabric around me, my stomach twisting in both irritation and something I couldn’t name. “Bold of you to assume I care what you think,” I shot back, holding his gaze even though my heart was pounding.

His smirk widened. “Care? Maybe not. But you’re definitely thinking about me.” He moved closer, and I instinctively stepped back, my hips bumping into the counter.

The air around us grew heavier, charged. My throat went dry as he loomed over me, his chest a solid wall of muscle just inches away. His voice dipped lower. “Is that why you’re still standing here, Cassie? Because you don’t care?”

I hated how small I felt under his intense gaze, hated how my body betrayed me for my bully by heating up at his closeness. “I just came for water,” I said, barely above a whisper. “Not... this.”

He tilted his head, the smirk never leaving his face. “This? What exactly do you think this is?”

Before I could respond, his hand brushed against my waist, his fingers grazing the thin fabric of my robe. My breath hitched, and his smirk grew into something darker, more dangerous.

“Guess I got lucky tonight,” he murmured, his tone smug. “Seeing you like this... maybe I was hoping for it.”

“Brian...” I swallowed hard, my voice faltering as his hand slid lower, resting on my hip.

“Yes?” His lips twitched as though he already knew what I wanted to say—and how powerless I felt to say it.

“You’re... too close,” I managed, though even I didn’t sound convinced.

He chuckled, his thumb grazing slow circles against my hip. “Am I? Or is this exactly where you want me to be?”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the words wouldn’t come. My body betrayed me, leaning ever so slightly into him, my resolve crumbling as his heat seeped into me.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered, his lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “You can’t even deny it, can you? You like this.”

My hands gripped the counter behind me as his body pressed against mine fully. Every hard, muscled inch of him molded against me, and the pressure of his hips against my stomach made me dizzy. I wanted to push him away, to regain control, but a darker part of me—one I barely recognized—wanted to pull him closer.

“I don’t... I don’t want this,” I whispered, but my voice cracked, betraying me.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck. “Then tell me to stop,” he challenged softly, his thumb brushing higher, teasing the edge of my robe. “Say the words, Cassie.”

But I couldn’t. My throat tightened, my pulse raced, and I hated that he was right—I didn’t want him to stop.

And as his lips grazed my jawline, I realized the worst part of all. I knew—something was about to happen. Something I couldn’t control.

I wasn’t safe from him—not in this house, not anywhere.