All Chapters of My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MIGUELI stormed into my room and walked over to my window, where I stood, with my arms folded tightly across my chest and my jaw locked as I stared down at the street below. My thoughts were a mess, circling the same memory on repeat: Paul’s face, the sharp crack of Salvatore’s fist, and the way I had to step in before it got worse. The anger was still fresh, crawling under my skin, making my body feel like a live wire.I couldn’t tell exactly why I was pissed, but one thing was sure, I wasn’t happy with what Salvatore did. I heard Salvatore come in but didn’t look away from the window. The quiet brush of his footsteps on the floor moved closer, then I felt the sudden warmth of his arms slide around me from behind. His chest pressed gently against my back, his breath soft when it touched the side of my neck. I couldn’t take comfort in it. I pulled away and shrugged off his arms without a word. He didn’t push. His hands fell to his sides, his voice turning softly. “I’m sorry,” he

MIGUEL“Salvatore?”The evening light dyed the room in deep ember, glowing on the walls like a slow‑burning fire. I stretched under the sheets and called again, “Salvatore?”Every inch of my body stung with fatigue and satisfaction. Memories surfaced in small, delicious flashes. I could still feel Salvatore’s mouth on my skin and hear his gravel‑rough whisper of my name.I was about to call his name again when I saw it: a single sheet of thick ivory paper perched on the nightstand. I reached for it, squinting my brows, though I already knew who had left it.‘Gone to the warehouse to make sure things are in order. Be back soon.’Just seeing his pen strokes made me excited. It was like he was still here with his hand curved at my waist. I traced one dark slash of ink with my thumb, then grabbed my phone.“Hey, baby,” Salvatore answered after a single ring. His voice filled the quiet like velvet over stone. “You’re up.”“I woke up to you missing,” I admitted, shifting so the covers po

SALVATOREI blinked at Miguel, confused for a second.I knew something was off. He’d been quiet the entire ride, and his mood was sour even before we even left the house, but he hadn’t said a word about it.So I thought it was Emily weighing on him. I thought the heaviness in his chest belonged to her.But then he had suddenly snapped.“What the fuck is that?” he demanded, his finger stabbing toward the warehouse entrance where Karl had just disappeared with my coat. The fire in his eyes startled me. He had the kind of anger that was spontaneous and confusing. My heart jumped, my brow furrowing as I turned to him.“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice low but laced with concern. I stepped in closer, lifting my hands, instinct pushing me to touch him, but he swatted my hand away.His movements were sharp, his glare like a strike. He pointed again, the fury in him shaking loose. “When did you two get so damn close?” he bit out. “Why was he grinning at you like a sheep in heat, Sal? What th

MIGUELMaybe I was overreacting, but it was better that Karl knew this was not a safe space for him to do whatever he wanted.I lay in Salvatore’s arms with my body still pressed against his. His arm tightened around me, pulling me closer, and his lips brushed against my forehead.I sighed and melted further into him, but the tension in my chest refused to ease. I hated this Karl guy. I really did. He always made my heart beat fast—from irritation and fear—and as much as I hated to admit it, I was more scared than jealous. What if he seduced Sal?Was I just being jealous? No! Jealous? I wasn’t jealous. I was just being… careful.Salvatore’s lips moved against my temple, his voice low. “Do not be mad, baby,” he whispered as his hand slid to my waist. “Karl is just doing his job. He does not mean anything by it. You are the only one I see. I love you.”His words were tender, sinking into me like warm water, loosening the knot in my chest. Still, I kept my mouth tight, unwilling to give

SALVATORE“We need to tighten security on the east side routes. There have been too many eyes lately.” I leaned forward with my hands braced on the desk, my eyes scanning the three people seated across from me. Did they even hear what I said? Vince shifted first. He was a broad man with a scar cutting through his cheek, burning a cigar between thick fingers. Marco leaned back in his chair, sharp-eyed as ever, his attention never wavering. Elena, the most dangerous lady I’d come across in this game, was seated at the other end of the table, her leg crossed over the other, and red nails tapping lightly on the armrest.We had discussed so much, and right now, I was losing interest. Stacks of bundled cash were in open boxes between us, crisp bills pressed together like bricks. Next to them, tightly sealed bags of white powder reflected the streaks of noon sunlight cutting through the blinds. The air smelled of smoke, leather, and the raw edge of money and risk.At first, I thought we