I’m My Step Brothers Obsession (Mafia Saga)

Rose's Pov:Rose... get up! Time for school!" Mum’s voice shattered the quiet, her call ringing through the hallway like a bell, demanding my attention. The same words she had said every morning for as long as I could remember. The same words that were supposed to get me out of bed, to face the world, to keep moving forward, even when the weight of the past tried to drag me back into the darkness.But today was different. Today, my mind was a battlefield. My heart was a battlefield. And I wanted nothing more than to sink back into the sheets and pull the covers over my head, pretending the world didn’t exist.I sighed, loud and dramatic, not caring if she heard. The day had arrived—the day that haunted my dreams and my waking hours alike. My father’s anniversary. The day he was supposed to be here, still alive, still laughing with me, still driving me crazy with his fatherly advice. And instead, I was left alone with my thoughts, my memories, and an aching heart that wouldn’t let me fo

Rose's Pov:The cold, sterile atmosphere of the detention room seemed to close in on me, but my mind was a storm of chaos. I couldn't shake the image of him—the new guy. There was something in the way he held himself, something too familiar. He was the type of person whose past clung to him like a shadow, one that I knew all too well. It wasn’t just the rough edges or the distant, haunted look in his eyes; it was that feeling in my gut, a primal instinct warning me that something wasn’t right. Was I overreacting? Or was I just still reeling from everything that had happened today?The whisper of Parker's voice echoed in my head—something about a former student returning. Was he talking about Ryder? Was this the guy? The very name made my insides churn. Why couldn’t the past just stay where it belonged? Why did it always find a way to creep back into my present?Before I could spiral further into my own thoughts, I heard the voice of my professor, his tone flat and impersonal."Rose...

Rose's POV:When I came home after my run-in with Jace, I was petrified, heart pounding in my chest like a drum. I won’t lie—I sprinted inside, searching for my mother, desperate for comfort, for safety. I hadn't slept in her bed since I was eight years old, but that night, it felt like the only place where I could escape the terror of Jace’s eyes. That dark, calculating look he'd given me—the one that said, "This is just the beginning. We’re far from over."I collapsed into her arms, sobbing uncontrollably, unable to stop the flood of emotions that poured out. "I'm so scared, Mom. He... he looked at me like he owns me. Like he’s not going to stop until he has me."The words broke me further, and I cried myself into a restless sleep, nightmares consuming my every dream, twisting the events from the day into something darker, something I couldn’t wake from.The Morning After:The harsh shrill of my alarm yanked me from sleep, my body still groggy and exhausted from the emotional storm o

Rose's Pov:As I walked through the bustling streets with Janelle and Richelle, the anticipation for the party grew. We were all on a mission—finding the perfect outfits. Every store we walked into was a whirlwind of colors, textures, and possibilities. But as I moved from one rack to the next, my thoughts wandered, and everything else seemed to fade into the background. My mind couldn’t shake the memory of last night—the conversation with Wayne, the favor I’d asked of him, and everything that followed.The chime of the store bell snapped me out of my trance. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and answered the incoming call. It was Wayne."Hey, Rose," Wayne said, his voice warm but casual, the kind that made me feel at ease despite everything."Hey, Wayne, can you do me a massive favor?" I asked, my voice lower than usual."Sure, what’s going on?" he replied, his tone genuine."Can you please take our bikes to George? You know about Ryder's antics and... well, I don't want to deal with

Rose's Pov:There was a suffocating silence on the bike as I sped through the streets, the cold night air doing nothing to cool the raging storm inside me. My wrist throbbed with a dull, relentless pain, but it was nothing compared to the seething anger coursing through me. How dare he? How dare he think he could just walk in and stake his claim on me again? Who the hell does he think he is? The thought of his hands on me, like I was just some object for him to control, made my blood boil. I couldn't contain it anymore; I was talking to myself, screaming inside my head, unable to hold it back.And then, as if the universe had decided to snap me back into reality, I realized we'd stopped in front of the hospital. I was still sitting on my bike, frozen, lost in my thoughts, when Ryder’s voice broke through the haze of fury."Petals, are you alright?" His voice was thick with concern, and his hand on my back made me jump—shocking me out of my spiraling thoughts.I swallowed hard, forcing