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My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession I didn't know you could use a gun
MIGUELThe evening air felt strangely unreal as we drove. It was like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from. The roads were almost empty, the sky a deep orange melting into dusk.We had toured the city after leaving the restaurant, and I was shocked to see places I hadn’t dreamed of seeing before now. Salvatore knew all the secrets of the city, and it wasn’t really surprising—considering the nature of his job.Salvatore and I were still talking about our dinner and that quiet little restaurant with its soft lighting and warm atmosphere. Everything had tasted better simply because we were together.“That steak was perfect.” A smile tugged at my lips as I glanced over at him. The fading light cast shadows across his face, outlining the sharp cut of his jaw. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten that good before. You picked a great spot.”He grinned with his hand resting gently on my thigh. He gave it a light squeeze.“Glad you liked it,” he said, his voice warm and low, his eyes flicking to me
Last Updated : 2025-04-15My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession I will never let any harm come to you
MIGUELI was probably losing my mind or about to.My hands were still trembling, not from fear exactly, but from the weight of the gun I had just used. My chest felt tight with adrenaline, but there was a strange swell of pride tangled in the chaos that I couldn’t ignore. Salvatore’s eyes were on me, lit with an unfiltered, raw pride that made my stomach turn over. His smirk was wide, almost boyish, but there was something deeper behind it, something that made me feel like I had just passed some unspoken test. All around us were bodies on the floor. We had taken them down together, and it felt like more than survival. It felt like I had proven something, not just to him, but to myself.I had fired without hesitation. My aim had been steady. The fear I thought would cripple me had been shoved deep into some quiet corner of my mind and Salvatore saw everything. The way he looked at me now made me feel powerful, almost untouchable like I was more than the version of myself I had carri
Last Updated : 2025-04-15My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Caught
SALVATOREUmm… that wasn’t a good look.I scratched the back of my head, matching John’s nervous energy without even thinking. Miguel’s gaze was piercing as he searched our faces for answers we hadn’t yet spoken aloud. He looked between me and John, his brow furrowing deeper with each pass.“What’s going on?” He crossed his arms. His eyes flicked from me to John again, and then back to me, waiting.I forced a light laugh, but it was hollow. The sound barely passed my lips before guilt tangled in my throat. I said nothing.Miguel’s eyes narrowed. He tilted his head slowly, staring at John with renewed focus.“Wait,” he said, his voice rising just enough to carry weight. He lifted a finger and pointed at John. “I know you. You used to come into the bar when I worked there. Always sitting in the back, watching. Then at the diner, after I quit the bar… you were there too. Weren’t you?”His eyes suddenly snapped to mine.“You’ve been keeping tabs on me,” he said. “All this time? You had h
Last Updated : 2025-04-16My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession I will make it up to you
MIGUELSalvatore’s eyes stayed fixed on me, the look in them dark and intent as he crossed the room. His movements were slow and unhurried, but every step held weight like he was stalking something he craved. Yes, this was my doing, and I was loving every bit of it. He needed to fuck me. Fast, too. Fuck not being able to take him.I was ready. I stood beside the bed with my shirt halfway off, my fingers fumbling at the last button as the fabric slipped from my shoulders. My bottom lip was still caught between my teeth, and my heart beat hard against my ribs as I watched him get closer. The heat building in my chest had nothing to do with the air around us. It was him. It was what he did to me just by looking.He came to a stop in front of me, his hands lifting with careful purpose. His fingers brushed the bare skin of my chest, and the soft contact sent a ripple down my spine. His voice was low when he spoke, rough and thick with hunger. “You’re killing me,” he said, his hands mov
Last Updated : 2025-04-17My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession You were supposed to keep him safe
MIGUEL“Miguel,” Salvatore said quietly and moved toward me, his eyes fixed on mine like he was trying to see if it was a joke. There was something heavy in the way he looked at me, something almost pleading beneath the controlled calm. When he stopped in front of me, his hands came up to rest on my shoulders.“We’re heading out on a mission. It’s going to be dangerous.”My pulse kicked up, thudding fast against my ribs, not from fear, but from that reckless, burning thrill that had taken root since the farmhouse. That event had cracked something open inside me, something feral and alive. I could still feel the phantom weight of the gun in my hand and hear the echo of those shots in my bones. The danger wasn’t something I wanted to avoid. I craved it. I needed it. It made me feel more real than anything ever had.I met his gaze squarely and stood my ground. “I’m coming with you,” I said firmly. Despite the fast thudding of my heart, my voice didn’t shake. “I want to be there, Sal.
Last Updated : 2025-04-18My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession You shouldn't have done that
SALVATOREI didn’t know what to think. Hell, I wasn’t even thinking when I slapped John so hard that the sound cracked through the silence like a gunshot. He dropped to his knees from the force of it. Miguel gasped behind me, his hand darting up mid-air like he meant to stop me but couldn’t quite believe what he’d seen. He stared at me, blinking, his eyes wide with something between fear and disbelief.My blood was boiling. The sight of Miguel’s blood—his skin sliced open—fueled a fire I couldn’t control. My rage was raw, blinding. My chest rose and fell in short, furious bursts.“What the hell, John?” I roared, my voice scraping through my throat as I stared down at him.He was already trying to stand. One hand was pressed to the concrete while the other wiped at the blood dribbling from a split in his lip. “What was so damn difficult about keeping Miguel safe? I told you to stay with him! I told you to hold him back, and you let him run into that mess. What kind of man are you?”M
Last Updated : 2025-04-18My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Lust or love
MIGUEL“I told you I’m fine,” I grumbled, but the words were weak even to my ears as Salvatore tore open the drawer.He wasn’t listening to me, and I didn’t blame him. The fear I’d seen in his eyes in that warehouse was real. He grabbed antiseptic, bandages, ointments, and every other thing he needed to treat my cut. His jaw was clenched, his shoulders rigid. We were finally back at the warehouse, and the men were celebrating their victory, but the bustle outside was barely audible through the thick walls.My name was on the lips of the men. They were surprised that I did that. Hell, someone even said he was surprised I’d been able to hold a gun properly. What a joke.He placed the supplies on the desk and turned toward me, the muscle in his jaw twitching. “Sit,” he said. It was a command.I opened my mouth to argue, but his hand was already on my arm, guiding me toward the bed. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, but I could feel his barely restrained fear.“I don’t care what yo
Last Updated : 2025-04-19My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession She comes knocking
SALVATOREMorning light filtered through the office window, soft and golden, slipping across the sheets in slow-moving bands. I was still wrapped around Miguel, my chest pressed to his back, my arm resting over his waist. His skin was warm beneath my palm, golden from the sun and slightly damp from sleep. I leaned in and brushed my lips against his bare shoulder, tasting the remnants of last night’s closeness. My hand drifted across the smooth line of his stomach, memorizing every dip and ridge.His hair was messy, curling slightly at the ends, and it smelled sweet, like rest and shampoo, like something I never wanted to stop breathing in. The scent of him clung to me and the sheets, and it made something soft unfold in my chest. This didn’t feel real. The feeling of him close to me, and how easy it had been, finally, to hold him like this. After everything. After all the blood and fire and doubt. Now he was here, asleep in my arms, peaceful in a way I’d never seen.I smiled witho
Last Updated : 2025-04-19
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My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Scared
MIGUELI ran faster than my legs allowed. My sneakers slapped against the pavement, the sting of the cold air biting at my lungs with every breath. How the hell did he find me?!Shadows from alleyways clawed at my back like fingers trying to drag me down, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Behind me, Salvatore’s voice echoed like thunder.“Miguel! Please come back!”I didn’t turn around.That voice had power. It was the kind of power that made me want to hesitate, to believe he meant every word, but I knew better. He was a high tide, and if I turned back, I’d drown in him all over again like I did the first time.I rounded the corner and saw the store’s sign glowing red against the night. I had run so far that I was back at my workplace.My interaction with Salvatore wasn’t even up to ten minutes, and my life was already turning sour.I burst through the doors, the bell above jingling loudly like it knew what kind of storm had just walked in.The warmth of the place wrapped around me l
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Don't follow me
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
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Lucky
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
