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Did I make the wrong choice?

Author: Unsolvable Mystery
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-03-05 16:30:15

SALVATORE

“He’s just shy, you know,” Emily said, her laughter spilling out loud and carefree as we climbed the narrow stairs. Her arm hooked through mine, her body pressing close, soft and warm as her cheap perfume clogged my nose.

I laughed along to match her, but inside, a quiet fire burned. This was it. My plan was locking into place, every piece sliding together like a well-oiled gun.

The casino, the smooth words, and her quick nod to my proposal had all worked, even better than I’d hoped.

She giggled, oblivious to everything, and leaned harder into me, her satin dress brushing my leg. She thought I was hers, but every creak of these stairs brought me closer to Miguel who was the real prize.

For once, since I set out to get Miguel, I was a little satisfied. Though I hadn’t gotten exactly what I wanted, I was so close.

Emily tugged me into her room. The space was a cluttered cave of satin sheets and cigarette butts, the air stale with her bad habits. She shut the door, still ch
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    MIGUELI held Salvatore tight, not letting go even as he trembled in my arms like something broken. His face was buried in my neck while his hot breath came out unevenly on my skin. It was clear that he was trying hard not to fall apart. He sniffled hard, clenching my shirt like I might disappear if he let go.“Shh,” I whispered, rocking us slowly. “Sal, I’m here. I’ve got you.”My voice came out better than I felt, even with the tear running hot down my cheek. I kept patting his back, holding him, like I could glue all his pieces back together with just my hands.His voice cracked when he finally spoke. “I kept calling you, Miguel… where were you?”My stomach twisted at the accusation laced with hurt. He was like a child waking up alone after a nightmare. I kissed the top of his head, then kissed his cheek too, tasting his tears.“My phone was in the car,” I said softly. “I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t see it. I should have— I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere.”His body shook agai

  • My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession   He's lost it

    MIGUELEither Mama Sofia had an energy potion, or she wasn’t human. She didn’t walk. She moved with purpose, fast and smooth, like she had the store mapped out in her head before we even arrived. Her heels struck the floor like punctuation marks, announcing her before she said a word. The long silk of her burgundy dress rippled as she swerved between racks. She held up a ruffled pink dress to Isabella’s chest, gave a decisive nod, and tossed it into the basket already overflowing with tiny onesies and knitted cardigans.“Questo. Perfetto,” she said, not even stopping. Her voice rang with authority as she waved over a store clerk with the flick of two fingers. “Bring more in this size. And the shoes from the window. Quickly.”The girl nodded and took off so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet. Another employee behind the register straightened up with her head slightly bowed as Mama passed. It wasn’t just fear. It was reverence.I trailed behind still pushing Isabella’s stroller

  • My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession   A haze

    SALVATOREThe gun was on the bed looking back at me. The black steel caught the low light from the chandelier, gleaming like it was waiting for me. It was late afternoon, and Miguel wasn’t back. Well, I had sat in the chair on the balcony for more than an hour thinking and drinking, and fighting familiar voices in my head. I stared at the gun again and my lips curled into a crooked smile that didn’t feel like mine. The bottle of grappa on the nightstand was half-empty, but it had already done its job. My head spun. My thoughts were clouded. Everything felt too loud and too far at the same time.I reached for the gun and tucked it into the waistband of my jeans. The metal touched my skin, and it felt colder than it should have. Matteo’s voice echoed in my head again. It was bright, alive, and warm in a way that was his. I could hear him screaming “Sal, catch me!” like we were still kids, chasing each other through the halls of this same mansion. But the memory wasn’t sweet anymore.

  • My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession   Chasing ghosts

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  • My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession   Are you okay?

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  • My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession   Mine now

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