All Chapters of Break Me Apart (MxM): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

JAYCE BECKETT It took nothing at all. No effort for Renato to say, “Baby. You are my heart.” I knew I shouldn't feel hurt, but it stung to realize Renato thought he was standing here with someone named Aspen, not me. I was the one pretending to be the person his heart longed for, yet the truth made everything feel hollow and bitter. The thought of Renato touching me, kissing me, wanting me, but seeing someone else's face in his mind and whispering another name made my stomach turn. It was a twisted, toxic dynamic, and yet, I couldn't help but crave it anyway. The disconnect between reality and his perception made my feelings for him even more complicated, tangled in a web of desire and resentment.I couldn't quite put my finger on what I was feeling inside. It wasn't like I had romantic feelings for Renato or wanted a relationship with him. We didn't share any meaningful connection that would warrant this level of emotional investment. Yet, hearing him bare his heart to someone

JAYCE BECKETT I was still desperately trying to dull the throbbing pain in my butt, but it seemed like an impossible task.Every twitch, every shift, every beat of my heart sent a fresh of agony through my butt. I can't remember how long this had been going on for. Whoever Aspen was, he was one strong bastard! I didn't think I could keep going, but each time, that bastard would groan and grunt, grumbling how Aspen was so strong enough to take him in for two days straight without stopping.Somehow, I was starting to doubt if Renato was only trying to convince himself that I was Aspen. Or maybe he already knew who I was and was doing this to punish me for impersonating his lover.I was literally dying. I hadn't exactly seen where people died from having too much sex but I was convinced I was going to become the first victim.I could feel Renato trembling against me, and just when I thought he had finally reached his limit and was going to cum, he pulled out of me. Making my eyes widen

RENATO MARINO Lying around and healing? Not exactly my style. I'd rather get to work on the task that slimy Sasha had dumped on me. The clock was ticking – the new Don would be chosen soon, and I needed to move quickly. I slipped out of bed and padded silently around the guest room. I'd held onto the hope that Jayce would still be here when I woke up, but he was long gone. "That bastard," I muttered, wincing as I clutched my side. The guest room was spotless, and I couldn't help but notice the tidiness. The cleaner wouldn't have arrived this early, and Chocolate usually avoided morning visits to spare me the embarrassment of being seen naked. That left only one person – Jayce. "So, he cleaned up before ditching an injured guy? Classy move," I said with a mix of annoyance and sarcasm. If I'd known he'd bail as soon as he realized I was playing him, I wouldn't have said his name. And honestly, I wasn't even trying to play him in the first place. What I saw wasn't a l

RENATO MARINO The drive was in total silence, the only sound you could possibly hear was the soft hum of Nikola's car. My breathing was shallow, and my heartbeat felt almost nonexistent. I shifted in my seat, a low grunt escaping as discomfort set in. My wounds throbbed, but I resisted the urge to scratch them. I raised my hand to my hair, flexing my fingers as I raked them through the strands."Fucking do something about your hair, it's disgusting!" Jayce's words echoed in my mind, and I let out a dry, humorless huff. As I recalled his comment, I couldn't help but think about the state of my hair. This morning, staring at my reflection, I'd noticed the tangled mess staring back at me. The once-white color had dulled, overgrown with roots and now more of a reddish hue. I wondered why I'd chosen white in the first place. It had seemed like a bold statement then, but now it just looked like a mess. "Talk about making a wrong choice," I thought to myself, shaking my head.“Another

RENATO MARINO Marcelo jerked away from Nikola, yanking off his eye patch to reveal the ravaged eye that might never see again. His finger stabbed at the damaged eye, tears streaming down his good one. "I lost an eye that night because of him!" he snarled, his voice low and venomous, as he pointed a shaking finger at me. "It's all that bastard's fault!" he spat, the words dripping with accusation. "Your brother's fault!""No," I said, shaking my head as I firmly but calmly pushed Giovanni aside. "You lost your eye because you're a reckless idiot," I shot back, my tone even but laced with disdain. Even if Marcelo's accusations held some truth – and I still didn't know the full story – I knew him well enough to believe he'd likely provoked the situation himself. "You're a hot-headed bastard who never thinks before acting," I added, my words dripping with frustration. "If you'd used your brain, and not act like some spoilt brat, this wouldn't have happened to you.""What?" Marcelo's