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My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Tracked
SALVATOREThe stillness of the bay was almost eerie. Only the gentle lapping of water against the boat’s hull broke the silence. It was already getting dark and the horizon stretched endlessly into a quiet expanse that felt peaceful yet foreboding, hiding secrets beneath its glassy surface.I stepped out of the truck and, on instinct, scanned the area. John dragged a heavy bag from the back. Karl followed closely behind, taking in the scene just as I was doing.We climbed aboard. The boat rocked slightly under our weight, the wood creaking as John moved to the front. He mounted the wheel, and before long, the engine roared to life. I settled at the back with Karl, looking at the small tablet glowing faintly in my hands. I started scanning for any signs of radioactivity. This was John’s idea. If we could do a scan, we would know if there are things that need to be taken care of beneath the boat.My eyes flicked between the screen and the water, but the calm surface gave nothing away
Last Updated : 2025-04-28My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession An apology
SALVATORE“Now we know how they always stayed a step ahead of us.”John nodded in agreement.The wreckage floated in broken clumps near the riverbank. It was like a graveyard of shattered circuits and melted plastic.John, Karl, and I stood motionless on the deck, our legs planted wide for balance. We were close enough to the shore to see the full extent of the damage we had caused. Bits of the enemy’s surveillance tech—tiny transmitters, hidden motion detectors, and compact signal boosters—now floated in useless clumps. It wasn’t enough to win the war, not even close, but it was a blow struck cleanly and it mattered. After so many months of playing defence, tonight felt like a beginning.“Let’s head back.” The words were simple but full of everything I didn’t say: the relief, the anger, the determination. They’d been keeping tabs on everything that moved in our axis. Too bad we just got their bots destroyed.We got to the docks in no time, gathered everything we came with and start
Last Updated : 2025-04-29My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Distracted by his touch
MIGUELCould she just shut up?!“You didn’t pick up my calls, Sal!” Emily cried from downstairs, her voice trembling, every word dripping with wounded pride. “You don’t care about me anymore, do you? I could’ve been dying, and you wouldn’t even know!”Salvatore muttered something soothing that I didn’t catch.I ground my teeth together, the muscles in my arms tightening until they ached. Her voice grated against my nerves. Each high-pitched complaint burrowed under my skin. I wanted to yell, to tell her he also didn’t pick mine because he was busy, and to tell her how annoying those cries were, but I kept shut. Did she think she was the only one affected?I had planned to be furious with him too. He hadn’t answered my calls either. He’d left me to fend off Emily’s meltdown alone, leaving me stewing in my frustration. My chest burned. I was waiting for him to come upstairs so I could throw it all in his face.Minutes crawled by, and then the noise downstairs softened. Emily’s voice
Last Updated : 2025-04-29My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession A sense of urgency
MIGUELI tapped the side of the bed, expecting to feel Salvatore’s warmth, but I felt nothing.I sat up, frowning, my heart sinking as I blinked the sleep from my eyes. He was gone. My eyes landed on a note on the pillow. His handwriting was scrawled across the paper like he was in a rush: ‘Got a lot to do, had to set out early. I’ll call you soon, baby.’This was the same shit he'd done before letting me go almost an entire day without speaking to him, only that the other time he'd given the stupid farewell to my fucking face. I grabbed my phone and dialled his line. My heart raced with the hope of hearing his voice, but there was no answer. I tried again, gripping the phone harder, but this time it went straight to voicemail. He had a lot of explaining to do.I plopped downstairs and my eyes landed on Emily in the living room, sitting on the couch, arranging her hair with one hand.The cast on her other arm was gone and she looked bright with a look of excitement I didn’t share
Last Updated : 2025-04-30My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession A compromising situation
SALVATORE“Stand guard. They will be here soon,” I said quietly, my voice cutting clean through the morning air. The water lapped at the sides of our boat with a restless rhythm, matching the pulse in my neck. Well, here went nothing. This deal would determine if we had found a solution to our problems or not. I kept my gaze locked on the horizon, searching for the faint ripple that would signal their approach.John shifted beside me. He was just as uneasy as I was. “Are you sure about this, Boss? New suppliers in the middle of nowhere… feels off.”No, it didn’t. Not when we picked the location ourselves, and definitely not now that we had destroyed all the means of us getting monitored.Karl was just beside us, but he had little to nothing to say. He wasn’t skilled in this like John was.“This is where we check the goods,” I said, pushing John’s thoughts aside. “We check them here, not on land. There have been too many eyes on shore lately.”My fingers brushed the gun at my hip and
Last Updated : 2025-04-30My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession I loved you
MIGUELWhat in the actual fuck?Shock rooted me to the doorway, my breath catching like a blade in my throat. Salvatore’s lips were on Karl’s. Their bodies were too close, locked in an intimacy that wasn’t mine. My heart slammed against my ribs, echoing louder than my thoughts. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t blink. My eyes burned, cemented to the scene I was never meant to see.Salvatore. My Salvatore. The man who whispered in the dark that he loved me. The man who had dissected me like a lab experiment. Kissing Karl?I couldn’t breathe.I should have just stayed at home. I didn’t have to see this.This was what he always kept himself busy with.I took a step forward, my legs trembling under the weight of everything I wanted to say that couldn’t leave my lips.Salvatore’s lips were still wet with moisture from Karl’s. It made me… fucking mad!!!“Miguel,” Salvatore breathed like my name was a lifeline.My body moved faster than my mind. My hand shot out and cracked across Karl’s face. “
Last Updated : 2025-04-30My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession He's too emotional
SALVATOREI dragged my hands through my hair, tugging on the strands hard enough to sting. “Fuck!” The word ricocheted off the concrete walls of the office and I tugged harder on my hair. My chest rose and fell in ragged bursts.He always had to make everything a damn scene. He always had to perform.The door creaked behind me, followed by heavy footsteps and the scrape of boots against the floor. John stepped inside, taking one look at me and raising a brow like he already knew too much. “Boss,” he said cautiously, “what just went down? Miguel tore out of here like someone lit a fire under him.”I slumped into the chair behind my desk. The leather let out a weary groan beneath my weight. I stared at the dusty window. “He saw something and blew it out of proportion. Like always.” There was no need to say too much. I rubbed my temples. “You know how he is. Always assuming, never asking.”John leaned against the edge of the desk, folding his arms across his chest. “Did he see you an
Last Updated : 2025-04-30My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession A playground
KARLThe job wasn’t nearly as brutal as they made it out to be. Moving crates, stacking boxes, and pretending to care. It was all mechanical. The hard part wasn’t the labour, it was the act. Every day, I pulled on the same mask: Karl, the dependable guy. A boy with a quiet smile, a solid work ethic, no opinions, no complications. A man who blended in just enough to be forgotten.But that wasn’t me, not really.I slipped into the back corner of the warehouse, where the shadows bled into the cracks of the cinderblock walls and the air smelled like old oil and rusted steel. The buzz of forklifts and clanging metal softened to a low murmur. This was where the real work happened. The person who made the architectural structure of the warehouse did a really good job. Apart from the fact that it had lots of hidden areas, it allowed the public just enough to see the lies put out, but not enough to see too much. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the burner phone. The cheap phone was p
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SALVATOREI slumped behind my desk, my fingertips idly tracing the rim of a cold, half-empty coffee mug. The room felt tighter today, more suffocating. Every second Miguel remained missing added more weight to my chest, like a clamp pressing in from all sides.The door creaked open. I didn’t even bother to lift my head.It was John. He stood at the door for a moment before stepping in and closing it behind himself.I still didn’t raise my head. But he still wasn’t saying anything. “What the fuck is it, John?”He cleared his throat. “Boss…”“I can hear you.”“I knew you must have forgotten about the meeting for today. So I thought to remind you.”Oh, shit. I’d totally forgotten. Since that successful deal on the boat, I’d gotten countless calls from my partners. Everybody was excited about what this new phase would bring us. I was excited too, but I was too weak right now to sit at a round table and discuss financial and risk matters.“Will you be going?”"Of course, I won't." I exhal
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession He's bad news
JOHNKarl leaned in close to Salvatore, their heads nearly touching as they hovered over a clipboard. I watched from across the warehouse floor, pretending to busy myself with a half-open crate. Karl’s laugh was soft, almost charming, but too well-timed, like a man who practised in the mirror before work. I’d been watching him for weeks, and it was always the same. He was too eager, too clean, and too damn smooth.Why hadn’t I seen this earlier?He said something that made Salvatore shake his head and sigh, then clapped him on the shoulder. Then Karl walked away and slipped out the back door like smoke curling under a crack. I set the clipboard down and followed him.The air outside bit through my jacket. The alley behind the warehouse smelled like stale beer and motor oil, and the ground was littered with crushed cartons and broken pallets. Karl stood by the dumpster with his back to me, his phone pressed to his ear. His voice was a low thread as he spoke quickly into the receiver
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MIGUELAnother day of healing, learning to smile warmly at customers, and enjoying the peace of my surroundings. When I clocked out, John was there again, waiting under that flickering lamp outside the store. His car was in the lot, the headlights cutting across the cracked pavement.He seemed to have mastered my schedule even better than me. He had a way of showing up right on time, already knowing that I had nothing to keep me back when I closed.He leaned against the hood with his arms folded, a soft grin tugging at his face when he saw me coming.“You are going to spoil me,” I said, jogging up with a tired smile. “Keep this up and I’ll start expecting dinner too.”He opened the passenger door, dipping his head in a mock bow. “Maybe I’m just making sure you don’t starve.”I climbed in and let the door thunk shut behind me. I could get used to this. The familiar scent of old leather and lingering coffee greeted me. No Salvatore scent. Good.John settled behind the wheel, and we pu
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Mad with worry
SALVATOREI slammed the front door so hard it nearly cracked in the frame. The echo thundered through the house like a gunshot. “Emily!” I roared. My shoes pounded the hardwood floor as I barreled into the living room. The scent of lavender candles choked the air. It clung to everything like a lie pretending to be peace. Miguel was gone. Not for hours. Not even a day. But for Days. Three fucking days now without a fucking word! And it was driving me out of my goddamn mind.Emily appeared at the top of the stairs, her silk robe clinging to her as she hurried down, her eyes wide and frightened. “Salvatore, what happened?” she gasped. “What’s wrong?”Her voice grated on me. She was too calm. How the fuck didn’t she even have an idea. She reached for me like her touch might soothe the chaos inside me, but I jerked away, smacking her hands off me.“You haven’t seen Miguel in days and you didn’t think to say anything?”Her face fell, confusion flickering across her features. “I thought h
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession A good start
MIGUEL“Your total is one hundred and twenty-three, and some cents,” I said, flashing a warm smile at the customer, an older woman with a cart brimming with canned goods and fresh produce. Her glasses slipped down her nose as she fumbled with a wad of crumpled bills, and I punched the numbers into the register. The air carried the comforting scent of warm bread from the bakery aisle, mingling with the sharp tang of citrus from a nearby display. I handed her the change, and she thanked me with a nod before wheeling her cart away.The next customer in line was a teenager with headphones dangling around his neck and a six-pack of soda in his arms. I rang him up, made a joke about the caffeine rush, and he gave a small laugh before heading out. Each interaction was a brief and pleasant flicker. Out here, in this sleepy corner of the world, everything was a little slower, a little softer.This place—this small, unassuming store tucked on the edge of town—had become something I hadn’t r
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession A resolve
SALVATORE I paced the office with the phone pressed to my ear, my voice sharp as I barked into it. “John, get to my office. Now.” I hung up before he could reply, raking a hand through my hair as frustration crackled under my skin. The air felt thick, too quiet, too still, like it was waiting for the next blow.John stepped in a few minutes later, his eyes flicking over me. “What’s going on?”“I fucked up,” I said. “Miguel has refused to pick up my calls. I don’t even know if he will see me at this point.”John’s jaw ticked. “What do you need?”“I need you to go to Paul’s. Miguel’s probably with him.” I stepped closer. “Tell Miguel that I’m sorry. I’m coming to make it right. Get some flowers, I don’t know, maybe roses, lilies, or something that says, ‘I’m a jackass, but I love you.’ Got it?”John hesitated. “You think that’s gonna do anything? Flowers?”“I don’t care if it doesn’t. Just do it.” I pointed toward the door. “Now.”He gave a short nod and left, and I sank into my chair
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession A new start?
MIGUELPaul helped me load my duffel bag into the trunk of his car without saying much. There wasn’t much to say anyway. The early afternoon sun warmed the pavement, and the quiet between us was comfortable. He glanced at me once before sliding into the driver’s seat, waiting until I was buckled before starting the engine.He started driving, but the hesitation was obvious in him.“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked again for what seemed like the nth time.I nodded and watched the buildings blur past. “Yeah. I need a reset.”Paul kept one hand on the wheel, the other tapping lightly against his thigh. “John seems decent. I still don’t know him, though.”“He’s credible,” I said. “He’s not like Salvatore. He listens.”Paul snorted. “That alone puts him ahead.”We fell into silence again. The roads stretched out, the houses thinning as we left the city behind. By the time we reached the outskirts of town, we were surrounded by open fields and the occasional worn-down shop or
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Redemption?
MIGUELSunlight cut through Paul’s curtains, landing across my face and dragging me out of sleep. My body ached, heavy with the weight of everything that happened the previous day. It was too early to start brooding over what put me in this position in Paul’s house, so I pushed all thoughts to the back of my mind. The smell of bacon hit me next. I sat up slowly and allowed the familiar quiet of Paul’s apartment to settle around me. The floor was cold beneath my feet as I pushed off the sheets and made my way toward the kitchen.Paul stood at the stove, barefoot, flipping bacon with a spatula. He didn’t look surprised to see me.“Morning,” I said, my voice scratchy and hoarse.He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “Look who’s alive. Coffee is on the table. Plates will be set in two minutes.”I gave a quiet nod and sat down at the table, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. The silence wasn’t awkward. It never was with Paul. Something was calming about the way he moved, in the wa
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession A playground
KARLThe job wasn’t nearly as brutal as they made it out to be. Moving crates, stacking boxes, and pretending to care. It was all mechanical. The hard part wasn’t the labour, it was the act. Every day, I pulled on the same mask: Karl, the dependable guy. A boy with a quiet smile, a solid work ethic, no opinions, no complications. A man who blended in just enough to be forgotten.But that wasn’t me, not really.I slipped into the back corner of the warehouse, where the shadows bled into the cracks of the cinderblock walls and the air smelled like old oil and rusted steel. The buzz of forklifts and clanging metal softened to a low murmur. This was where the real work happened. The person who made the architectural structure of the warehouse did a really good job. Apart from the fact that it had lots of hidden areas, it allowed the public just enough to see the lies put out, but not enough to see too much. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the burner phone. The cheap phone was p
