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Soon-to-be stepfather
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My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession I never loved you
MIGUELI stepped out of the cab, the night air biting into my skin like tiny needles as I handed the driver a crumpled note. He gave me a half-nod before pulling away. The warehouse was just ahead of me. Maybe it was because I’d not been here for some time, but the building looked abandoned. That place had always been more than just concrete and steel. It held ghosts. Mine, mostly. I know that there was still a ghost of me in that building locked in Salvatore’s arms, passionately letting him love and fuck me. My heartbeat kicked up as I started forward. Each step was heavy, like walking into a trap of my own making. I could already hear John in my head, telling me to think, to wait, to not act on impulse. He wouldn’t even support this. But then again, Salvatore already found my location. I should’ve turned around, hailed another cab, gone home, locked my door and buried myself under a blanket of denial. But I didn’t. Some tether—a raw, invisible string tied to Salvatore—dragged m
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession What's he planning?
MIGUELI shoved open the door to the bar, the hinges groaning like even they were tired of the place. The scent hit me first: stale cigarettes, sour beer, and something sharp and metallic, like some old coins or blood. Probably blood, because that wasn’t very scarce in bars.Fuck Salvatore. Fuck this shit.The lighting in the bar was low, just as I wanted, casting everything in a jaundiced yellow, and the walls were stained from decades of smoke and spilt liquor. I needed it, though. I needed something ugly to match the chaos rolling through my chest.Salvatore’s voice was still fresh in my ears. The way he’d begged clung like syrup to the back of my mind. I couldn’t shake it off no matter how hard I tried. Every time I blinked, I saw him standing some steps away from me, his eyes shining like he was seconds from unravelling. And still, I couldn’t let myself break.I found a stool near the end of the bar and pressed into the shadows. The surface was sticky under my arms, but I didn’t
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession He found me
MIGUELThe day blurred past me. Work was fine, but my mind wasn’t. I’d zoned out countless times and gotten tapped back to consciousness by customers on multiple occasions.As soon as my shift was over and Lana came to take over, I packed my things and made a call to Paul.I walked home under the soft glow of the streetlamps. The cold nipped at my fingers as I pressed my phone to my ear. Paul’s voice spilt into my soul like a warm cup of tea, cutting through the eerie quiet that made my skin itch. This was the reason I called him. I needed to be distracted, and he was the only one who could do that right now. John had been busy for some time now because Salvatore wasn’t in the right state of mind to do anything. His words, not mine. Well, good.I kept glancing left, then right, then behind me. Every shadow felt like it had eyes. Salvatore’s face still haunted me. The way he had popped out of nowhere that evening… it was almost scary. He knew my neighbourhood. Now he would stop at n
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession A lead
SALVATOREI woke with a start, disoriented and heavy. There was a silent ringing in the back of my head. The world around me slowly came into focus. Miguel’s bed creaked beneath me as I shifted, my head pounding with that familiar, dull throb behind my eyes. The blinds let in just enough of the fading evening light to slice the room into gold and shadow. Everything smelled like him. I hadn’t meant to fall asleep here, not really. But sometime this morning, after pacing the warehouse until my legs gave out, I ended up in his room, curling into the spot where he used to sleep.I didn’t even pull the covers back. I just collapsed on top of everything, chasing the memory of him. His scent clung to the comforter, to the pillows, and I let it wrap around me like a story I didn’t want to forget.Sitting up took more effort than it should have. My throat was dry, my limbs sore like I’d spent the night fighting something in my dreams. Maybe I had. I swung my legs over the side of the bed an
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession Confused
I stood at the kitchen counter, chopping everything I’d set out for tonight. The onions stung my eyes as I diced them, but I didn’t mind. I focused on the motions: slice, slide, dice, repeat. Anything to keep my hands moving and my mind from circling back to that streetlamp, and to Salvatore’s face.The pan on the stove hissed to life as the oil met the heat. The scent of garlic hit next, followed by a splash of soy sauce that filled the kitchen with warmth. I moved on autopilot, throwing in whatever vegetables I’d grabbed without checking. Cooking wasn’t really about eating tonight; it was about distraction. If I could just keep stirring and slicing, maybe I wouldn’t feel that twisting in my gut every time I replayed the way he’d looked at me, like he didn’t care who saw, like I still belonged to him.A knock shattered the quiet. For a beat, I froze, my fingers getting tight around the blade. My heart thudded a little too hard. I wiped my hands on a dish towel and forced myself to
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
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