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The Ghost in the House

Penulis: Holland Ross
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-21 17:38:12

Nico:

I cleaned my gun by muscle memory.

Every click, every snap of the chamber, was just another way to keep my hands from doing what they really wanted to do—like punch Matteo’s teeth down his throat. Or slit Luca’s perfect jaw just deep enough to watch him bleed guilt onto polished marble.

Not that I would.

Not yet.

But the thought soothed something in me.

It was dangerous, the way silence sharpened inside these walls. The penthouse was dark—too dark—lit only by the low city glow bleeding in through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Outside, the skyline blinked like a thousand judgmental eyes. Inside, I simmered in it. In everything I hadn’t said. Everything I hadn’t done.

I wanted to believe I didn’t care.

God, I tried.

But I’d seen her.

Serena.

Hair wild. Lips swollen. Skin flushed in ways I’d only ever drawn from memory—never from touch.

And I’d seen them on her.

Matteo’s fingerprints.Luca’s scent.The kind of marks that didn’t wash off in the morning.

Proof that I was either too late…
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  • My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me?   Shadows on the dock

    The night pressed in on the safehouse like a secret we weren’t meant to keep. The walls sweated damp, the air stale with dust, liquor, and the faint tang of gun oil. It wasn’t a sanctuary, not really. At best, it was a pause between storms. At worst, a coffin waiting to be nailed shut.I sat at the table, my father’s old pistol heavy in my palm. Its weight felt unnatural, though I’d carried guns before. Maybe because it wasn’t just steel—it was history. His history. Every scratch in the grip was another ghost.Luca’s breathing was uneven from the chair beside me. He tried to keep it steady, but I’d spent too long around men like him not to hear the strain. Pride kept him upright, but blood didn’t care about pride. It seeped dark through the bandages we’d wrapped around his ribs, a slow bloom that made my stomach knot.“You keep looking at that gun,” he said, voice rough from pain. “Like it’ll tell you what to do.”“It’s not talking back,” I muttered, eyes fixed on the barrel.He huffe

  • My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me?   Old quarter chaos

    The old quarter had always smelled like rot and gasoline. It wasn’t nostalgia—it was decay. The kind that clung to brick and bone long after the blood dried. My father had ruled these streets once, but now they bowed to no one. The faces watching from cracked windows weren’t neighbors, they were currency—ready to sell whatever they saw to the highest bidder.We kept moving, fast but quiet. Luca leaned heavier against me with every step, and I could feel how close his body was to giving out. He wouldn’t admit it, not to me, not to Nico, not to himself. Pride was a knife he refused to drop, even if it cut deeper than Umbra’s men ever could.Nico didn’t slow. His shoulders were tight, his hand always hovering near the blade at his belt. He knew the quarter better than either of us, but even he looked wound too tight, like a spring waiting to snap.“Eyes open,” he muttered, scanning doorways as we turned onto a narrow street. “Umbra’s money stretches far. Don’t trust the quiet.”The safeh

  • My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me?   Concrete jungle

    The first light of dawn didn’t bring relief. It painted the ruins in gold, but gold meant nothing when the world was bleeding.Luca stirred beside me, wincing as his shirt pulled against dried blood. His skin was clammy, pale under the fire of his stubbornness, and I hated him for it—hated him for wearing pride like armor when his body screamed otherwise.Nico had left his post at the door and was crouched over a map spread across the rotting wood of a table. His finger traced streets I knew too well, arteries of the city that belonged to Umbra more than they ever belonged to us.“You’re not listening,” he said, voice low but sharp enough to cut. “Every route out of here is compromised. Umbra’s got men at the bridges, the docks, even the rail lines. If we try to move now, we walk straight into his jaws.”Luca pushed himself upright, every movement a silent war against his wounds. “So we don’t move yet. We draw him in.”Nico’s head snapped up. “Draw him in? With what? Empty guns and bo

  • My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me?   The warehouse escape

    Serena:The warehouse was a graveyard by the time we staggered out. Burned wood, shattered glass, and bodies—ours and theirs—strewn like discarded cards across the concrete floor. Umbra’s men were efficient killers, but so were we, and the proof of both lingered in the copper stink that clung to my skin.The night air outside didn’t feel like freedom. It felt like exposure. Every shadow looked like a scope, every corner a waiting barrel.Luca’s grip was unrelenting on mine, his other hand steady at my back. He was bleeding badly, shirt plastered to his chest, but he held himself like the boss’s son he was: proud, unyielding, unwilling to show weakness even when the world tilted beneath him.Nico moved ahead of us, knife still loose in his hand, though his clothes were slick with blood that wasn’t all his. He wasn’t just a soldier. He was Luca’s right hand, Umbra’s biggest thorn, and maybe the only reason we weren’t all dead. His eyes never stopped moving, sweeping the empty streets, h

  • My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me?   After the Storm

    The warehouse felt empty, hollow, as if the walls themselves were holding their breath. The air still carried the coppery tang of blood, the acrid bite of gunpowder, and the ghost of shadows that had once clawed through the room. My knees shook, my lungs burned, but the worst part—the part that made my stomach twist into knots—was that Umbra wasn’t gone forever. I could feel it, even now, a residue of him lingering in the corners of the warehouse, in the shadows curling unnaturally along the cracked concrete.“Serena,” Luca murmured, his voice steady, grounding. His hands were still on my back, holding me upright as though letting go would make me vanish. His chest heaved against mine, and I felt the raw, aching pulse of his heartbeat. It synchronized with mine, wild and frantic, and for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people left in the world.I pressed my forehead to his chest, inhaling the scent of smoke, blood, and him, trying to convince myself that I wasn’t still tre

  • My Mafia Stepbrothers Want Me?   The end of Umbra

    SerenaThe warehouse exploded into motion.The wolves leapt first—dark shapes lunging from the shadows, claws sparking as they scraped metal, teeth flashing. My chair rattled under the chains, the cuffs tearing deeper into my wrists as I thrashed uselessly.But my eyes never left Luca.He moved like he’d been born for this storm—gun steady, his body all fury and fire. Nico was beside him, knife catching the dim light as he spun into the first wolf that dared to close.Blood sprayed, hot and sharp, and the pack’s laughter turned into snarls.Umbra didn’t move at first. He sat, perfectly still, as if the chaos around him was nothing more than theater—my suffering the stage, Luca the final act. His smile carved deeper, almost reverent.“Do you see?” he murmured, but I didn’t know if he meant me or himself.Then he rose.The wound in his side spilled dark across his shirt, but still he stood tall, his shadows crawling along the floor like snakes. He lifted a hand, and the wolves parted ju

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