Loving The Better Brother novel Chapter 121

Chapter 121 Marcus’s Retribution

MARCUS

Fuck, I hated this place.

The moment I opened my eyes, I already knew it was going to be a terrible day.

My back ached.

My neck felt stiff.

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And the bed—it felt like I had been sleeping on a slab of concrete instead of an actual mattress. I shifted slightly, wincing as the rough surface beneath me scraped against my skin.

“What the hell is this?” I muttered, sitting up.

I barely got any sleep. And trust me, I

cking tried. Howeve

about this place was unbearable.

Along with that, there were lizards everywhere.

I rubbed my face with both hands, watching those damn

“This place looks

aning in frustration. I had spent half the night staring at the ceiling, awl across the walls like they owned the place.

Kom the 19th century,” I muttered under

it’s

I swung my legs off the

my entire body.

my breath.

and stood up, stretching slightly, only to wince again at the soreness that hit

Unbelievable. For a billion–dollar company, this was the kind of warehouse we had?

What the hell was Tristan thinking?

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to compose myself before stepping outside.

house

Tristan even took away my car, so I had to walk to the warehouse. Fortunately, it was only a few minutes walk away.

As I arrived, the place was already alive. Well, it was already lunchtime, so I didn’t expect anything else.

Workers were gathered in one area, sitting on crates and makeshift benches, eating together like they were family.

They were loud, relaxed, and comfortable. Big, burly men with rough hands and dirt on their clothes.

I frowned.

This was not my scene.

I walked toward them anyway, my expression already annoyed, my patience thin.

Before I could even say anything-

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“Hey, new guy,” one of them called out.

I looked up. A man gestured toward a stack of cement sacks nearby.

“Move those.”

“What?”

He didn’t even respond. He just shoved a cement sack into my arms.

“What the hell-“I staggered slightly, catching my balance as the weight suddenly pressed down on me.

“Come on,” another one said. “Don’t just stand there.”

My jaw clenched.

“You’ve got

work to do.”

I opened my mouth to argue. But before I knew it, I was already moving. Even though I didn’t want to do this, I somehow ended up doing as they were told.

Sweat soaked through my shirt, my breathing turning uneven as I was forced to continue.

This was ridiculous.

This was not something I was meant to do.

By the time I finally dropped the last sack, my entire body felt like it was about to give out.

I bent forward slightly, hands on my knees, trying

My hair was a m

My clothes were dirty.

to

catch

my breath.

rty. I was completely disbelieving.

When I looked up, the same men were still there, laughing and eating like nothing had happened.

One of them stood up and walked toward me.

He was easily the largest one among them.

“My name’s Graham.”

I stared at it before slapping his hand away.

“How could you make me work like that?” I snapped.

He did not even flinch.

“Do you know who I am?” I demanded.

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Graham chuckled while the others joined in. Laughter echoed around the warehouse. They were not taking me seriously.

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My fists clenched.

“We know who you are, Graham said.

That made me pause.

He tilted his head slightly.

“Sir Tristan told us.”

Of course he did.

My jaw tightened.

“They call him ‘Sir.” I muttered under my breath.

But not me.

That alone was enough to irritate me further.

“He told us not to indulge you,” Graham continued.

I scoffed.

“We should treat you as one of us.” he added.

I laughed bitterly.

“As one of you?” I repeated.

“And since you came late,” he went on, ignoring my to

our job.”

My hands trembled with anger in disbelief.

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“along with the other newcomers, you have to do

“This is absu

I snapped. “Why would I do this when I-”

cut in.

“When you’re a worker?” he

“Because you wouldn’t get paid for the day if you slack off,” he continued,

I stared at him.

“Our boss will cut your salary.*

“Boss?” I repeated, raising a brow.

Anger flared again.

“How can you have a boss that’s not me?” I demanded.

Graham just smirked slightly.

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Show me, I said sharply. “Show me your boss.”

There was a brief silence before a voice interrupted.

“Turn around.”

I frowned.

It was a woman’s voice.

I turned in confusion and paused for a second longer than I expected.

She stood a few steps away.

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She was… small. Strawberry blonde hair tied loosely, a few strands framing her face. Her skin was slightly tanned, her cheeks flushed from the heat, her brown eyes kind but sharp.

She was not what I expected.

She looked-

Pretty.

The thought came uninvited. I immediately pushed it away.

“You’re in charge here?” I asked, my tone skeptical.

She didn’t hesitate.

“Yes,” she said. “Is there any problem?”

I scoffed. This bunny–lookin

woman was going to be my boss?

“What’s your nan

I asked.

“Ariel,” she replied.

I almost laughed.

“Of course it is,” I muttered mockingly.

Then I gestured toward the others.

“These guys are making me do everything,” I said. “Do you even know-

“Did you come at 5 AM?”

She cut me off.

“What?”

“I didn’t see you at roll call,” she continued.

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I stared at her, but she just stared back, appearing unimpressed.

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“Tough luck, city boy, she said. “We like to start early here. You either come at 5 a.m., or you pay the price.”

She stepped closer and pointed a finger at my chest.

“Unfortunately, you’re not going to be treated like a king here.”

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