บททั้งหมดของ I’m My Step Brothers Obsession (Mafia Saga): บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Rose's POV:I stood frozen, my breath caught in my throat, my heart hammering against my chest as I stared at the arsenal in front of me. Ammunition, guns, and weapons stacked high—more than I could even process. I blinked, trying to focus, but the shock hit me so hard, I nearly choked on my own breath. "No way..." I managed to whisper, my voice barely a sound, my mind struggling to keep up with the magnitude of what was before me.I looked at Janelle and Richelle, my sisters—my only family—and felt a wave of disbelief wash over me. "You have no idea what you’re getting yourselves into," I said, my voice trembling, fear and desperation bubbling up from deep within. "They're the mafia. They have millions of connections. Allies everywhere. They run this city, and we are just three people. Just three!"I wanted them to understand. I needed them to see that this wasn't just some reckless venture we could walk away from. This was deadly. This was real.Janelle stepped forward, her eyes lock

Rose’s POV:The soft glow of early morning filtered through the curtains, and I stretched, smiling as I slowly woke up. But my joy faded when I looked down and saw Ryder’s arm draped over my waist. The warmth of his embrace settled into my bones, and without thinking, I gently pulled his hand closer to mine. I linked our fingers together, a silent promise, a shared connection that made my heart swell. For the first time in so long, I’d had a good dream. A peaceful one. And it made me want to keep him close, to make sure that he was in my life, in my bed, every single night. I wanted this feeling, this safety, this comfort, to never end.I pulled the covers up around my chin, feeling the familiar sense of security his presence gave me. But then, something caught my eye through the fly screen—something that didn’t belong. My stomach dropped, and my heart began to race. My face went pale as the fear crept in, curling tight in my chest. I instinctively pressed myself further into Ryder’s b

Rose's Pov: His fingers brushed a strand of my hair behind my ear, the touch so cold it sent an icy shiver down my spine. My whole body tensed, every muscle fighting the instinct to recoil, to run. But I couldn’t. I had no place to go. You’ve got to stop running, Rose. The thought echoed in my mind, each word a chain tightening around me, but the fear kept me rooted to the spot.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look at him. To meet those dark eyes that had haunted my every waking moment, those eyes that promised nothing but pain. I had to face him. I had no choice."What do you want, Jace?" My voice trembled, but I steadied myself. I had to hold it together. For as long as I could.His lips curved into that smile—the one that sent shivers crawling up my spine, the smile of a predator who knew exactly how much power he had over me. His voice was a low, silky whisper, as he leaned closer. "You..."My breath caught in my throat. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sound of his v

Ryder's POV:“Thank you, detective. It’s good to have you on our side,” I say, closing the door behind me with a soft click. It’s been 24 hours since we last saw Rose and the twins. The air in the room feels thick, like we’re all waiting for something bad to happen.I fold my arms, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Will, Parker, Wayne, and I are sitting in the dimly lit room. The silence is uncomfortable, heavy with unsaid words. I can’t shake the feeling that we're on the edge of something... something terrifying.“Look, Will, do you really know who Jace is?” I ask, my voice tight with a kind of fear I haven’t felt in years. He nods slightly, and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.“I have an idea,” he says, but I don’t buy it. Not for a second.I take a deep breath and lay it out for him. “Jace is a mafia leader. To put it bluntly.”Will chuckles, but it’s not a laugh—it's disbelief, like he thinks I’m joking. He looks between us, his eyes scanning the ro

Rose’s POV:I still feel his hands all over me. The weight of them lingers on my skin, heavy and suffocating. I shudder at the thought, sick to my core. I never wanted to fight him, not truly. And that thought makes me want to vomit. Part of me was too afraid to fight back, too terrified of what would happen if I did. The other part—the weaker part—couldn't help but slightly want it. And that makes me sick. Sick to my fucking stomach.I hear the door burst open, the sound of Richelle storming into the room, her anger as palpable as the heavy air. She grabs my arm with more force than I thought her small frame could hold, dragging me toward the garden. The cool night air does nothing to calm the fire in my veins as we step outside. Janelle is already there, standing with her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed at me.They’re angry. They both are. Why? What have I done to them? I didn't want to bring them into this mess, but Jace—he—forced me into a corner where I had no choice. And now they