บททั้งหมดของ Break Me Apart (MxM): บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

JAYCE BECKETT Renato was the weirdest motherfucker I had ever seen.One moment, he was laughing, his eyes sparkling with mirth; barely ten seconds later, every hint of amusement had vanished from his face, replaced by a chilling mask of indifference. His features were frozen, his eyebrows arched in a haunting curve, and a thin, ominous line etched itself between his brows. The transformation was jarring, sending a shiver down my spine as I gazed into his eyes, now cold and unyielding. The laughter had been extinguished, leaving only an unsettling void that seemed to stare back at me with an unblinking intensity."You feds are very fascinating," he said slowly, his words dripping with deliberate precision, as if he was savoring each syllable. I couldn't fathom what he found captivating about my line of questioning, there was absolutely nothing remotely intriguing about it. Yet, Renato's gaze held an unnerving intensity, like he was unraveling threads of my very being. He took a st

JAYCE BECKETT There was something inexplicably adorable about standing next to Renato in his bedroom, right in front of his sprawling, floor-to-ceiling mirror, as we both got dressed up in our best fits.The mirrored reflection of us moving in perfect sync, our hands slightly brushing against each other's as we adjusted our outfits, made us feel like a seasoned married couple who'd spent years mastering the art of domestic harmony. It was ridiculously endearing, and it almost made me laugh.Waking up to Renato snuggling into me like a possessive lover was surreal enough, and our bathing ritual earlier, where he gently massaged shampoo into my hair while I reciprocated by washing his broad shoulders, our fingers intertwining like we'd been doing this for years was another thing entirely. Now, dressing up together felt like the ultimate act of domestic bliss, pushing us to new heights of intimacy and absurdity.As we stood side by side, our reflections staring back at us like a perfe

RENATO MARINO Maybe I should have just let Jayce stay behind with the little boy last night. My conscience screamed at me, accusing me of being selfish, of trying to monopolize his attention while he had a little boy to care for. My greed had gotten the better of me, and now I was paying the price. The doctor's urgent message had sent me racing to the hospital, fueled by a mix of panic and guilt. They'd been trying to reach Jayce, but his phone had been powered off all night, leaving me as the only available option because I had gave out a strict order for the hospital to remove that bastard and his damn fathers as the little boy's guardians.The weight of responsibility crushed me, knowing it was all my fault. I hadn't wanted Jayce to know I'd already discovered his secret – the little nephew I'd been keeping tabs on through the hospital director. I was waiting for him to open up to me, but now all bets were off. The boy's life hung in the balance, and nothing else mattered.As

JAYCE BECKETT Two hours and thirty minutes later, we were still sitting there, patiently waiting to be called in. Curtis was already out of recovery and back in a room, different from the one he had been in before the surgery. The doctors were still attending to him, and I was running out of patience. The only thing keeping me sane right now was Renato, who was still with me. I was grateful that he was here with me; he had even cancelled plans with his boys to stay with me. "Hey," someone called, and I was already on my feet, staring at the familiar face of the nurse from earlier. A warm smile spread across her face, giving me hope. "He's in room 2. Which one of you is going to go in first?" The moment I would see Curtis was finally here, but I was nervous about going in alone. It didn't make sense, considering how badly I had been waiting to be called in to see him. "I... um," I stuttered, craning my neck to look at Renato, who was already standing beside me. "W

JAYCE BECKETT Four days had passed since I'd last heard from Cole, and my concern was growing by the minute. He wasn't answering my calls, and his dads were just as clueless about his whereabouts. Despite our recent fight, I couldn't help but worry about his well-being. The last time we'd spoken, he'd called me from a strange number; the bar owner he'd met that night. Unfortunately, she'd been just as baffled as I was about his disappearance after the bar closed, leaving me with a knot of anxiety in my stomach. As I sat beside Curtis's hospital bed, my mind consumed by thoughts of Cole's vanishing act, a soft whisper broke the silence. "Uncle," Curtis murmured, and I quickly straightened up in my seat, forcing a reassuring smile onto my face. The kid had woken up three days ago, but he'd been drifting in and out of consciousness since then. The doctor's words echoed in my mind; his body was still struggling to accept the new kidney, and it would likely be a few more da