All Chapters of Break Me Apart (MxM): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

RENATO MARINO The day was wearing on, and the early evening shadows were lengthening. It was seven twenty-five, and there were only a handful of patrons at the bar. I kept my gaze fixed on the door, waiting for a certain fed to walk in. Fury seared my lungs with each ragged breath, as if the very air was toxic. The blinding glare of the bar's polished chrome and gleaming glassware seemed to mock me, reflecting my anger back at myself. The spotless surfaces and perfectly arranged bottles seemed to scream 'control' and 'order,' fueling my frustration.Why did the world outside seem to operate with precision and control, while my inner world was a chaotic mess? Why did everything else appear to be in perfect order, but my own mind was a battlefield?I was consumed by pain, anger, and rage, but humiliation burned the hottest in the pit of my stomach."Think of this as a little sacrifice you made to save your nephews' lives. I'll give you two weeks to retrieve that item for me. Don't sho

VIOLETS POVThere has never been a time in my life where I felt like stabbing someone in the eyes than now. My eyes burnt with tears and my hands balled into a fist in anger and pain. My sharp nails pierced into the flesh of my palm, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain in my chest.Just a few hours ago, I was just a cheerful young lady, sharing and discussing everything about my wedding plan with my best friend with a smile on my face. But here I was, glaring dagger into the reflection of my best friend in the mirror, wishing I could stab her to death.“Hey, Lex,” Kira called out, jolting me out of the murderous plan I was planning for her in my head.I felt the chair I was sitting on moved, and I was face to face with the dirty little whore I called my best friend.“What?” I gritted my teeth as I watched her slowly raise an eyes-blinding silver necklace in the air, a disgusting smile plastered on her face.“I will be letting go of my position as your number one person as of

JAYCE BECKETT "Help him to that room," the feminine voice instructed again. I might have been losing my mind, because I could've sworn I'd heard that voice just a few days ago. But I couldn't quite place it. I had been undercover for so long, I had barely interacted with any women recently. I could count the number of women I had been around in the past few weeks on one hand."Wrap your arm around my neck," I told Renato, and he complied, his grip sloppy but understandable given his condition. "Who knew even a tiger could act like a kitten when he's on death's door," I muttered, grunting as I supported Renato's weight with my waist.Renato, to my surprise, didn’t argue. He wrapped his arms around my neck, groaned, and laid pressed against me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and hoisted him into position. Standing straight, with a full grown ass Renato using me for support, I made sure he was balanced on his feet. I took careful steps so he wouldn't fall over.“There you all ar

RENATO MARINO "Let him go!" Gianna screamed, her voice piercing the air as she writhed in agony on the floor. "I beg of you, just let him go! I'll never do it again, I swear! So please, let go of him. Don't kill him."I stood frozen, my hands wrapped tightly around my brother's throat, his eyes wide with fear. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his skin was deathly pale. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks – I was literally choking the life out of him. My grip seemed to be tightening of its own accord, and my brother's eyes began to bulge, his face turning a sickly shade of purple.I hated this, I hated hurting my brother, but he had crossed a line. He had used our sister for his petty revenge, despite my explicit warnings. After Father's death, we'd lost everything to his enemies. Once they'd stopped chasing us, I had thought it was time to lay low, live quietly, and never show our faces again.But my brother was consumed by vengeance. He wanted to avenge Fat

JAYCE BECKETT "What?" I choked on a laugh, staring incredulously at him. Was it really the medication that was causing him to act this way, or was Renato just messing with me? The look on his face was so sincere, so full of longing, that I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in that head of his. I searched his eyes for any sign of joking or teasing, but all I saw was a deep, almost desperate yearning. It was unnerving, to say the least."I'm serious. Otherwise, I'm not taking that thing." He shrugged, a faint, almost-wry smile playing on the corner of his mouth. The smile didn't quite reach his eyes, but it softened the intensity of his gaze, making me wonder what was really going on behind that mask of seriousness."Fine," I breathed out, shaking my head at the absurdity of arguing with someone who was clearly not at their best. "It's my fault for waiting around. I should have just left you and gone home." I turned to grab the pills from the table, but before I could even