บททั้งหมดของ My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

MIGUELI stepped out of the cab, the night air biting into my skin like tiny needles as I handed the driver a crumpled note. He gave me a half-nod before pulling away. The warehouse was just ahead of me. Maybe it was because I’d not been here for some time, but the building looked abandoned. That place had always been more than just concrete and steel. It held ghosts. Mine, mostly. I know that there was still a ghost of me in that building locked in Salvatore’s arms, passionately letting him love and fuck me. My heartbeat kicked up as I started forward. Each step was heavy, like walking into a trap of my own making. I could already hear John in my head, telling me to think, to wait, to not act on impulse. He wouldn’t even support this. But then again, Salvatore already found my location. I should’ve turned around, hailed another cab, gone home, locked my door and buried myself under a blanket of denial. But I didn’t. Some tether—a raw, invisible string tied to Salvatore—dragged m

SALVATOREThe guts of that boy. I should have hit him until he bled. The steering wheel creaked beneath my grip as I drove like a drunk, my knuckles aching from how tightly I held it. My jaw was clenched so hard I could feel it ticking. I barely even noticed the lights outside and the blur of lights and streetlamps. I was too deep in it. I was too far gone into that pit that had opened inside me a week ago.A whole fucking week.That was all it had taken to turn me completely mad. One week without Miguel, and I was wrecked. It was the kind of wreck that didn’t make noise. It just seethed under the skin, corroding everything it touched. Every minute since I let Miguel walk away had been a new kind of punishment. Some days I was furious at him, other days at myself. Mostly the latter. I had run out of excuses and distractions. I couldn’t even sleep in my bed anymore without seeing him in it, without the ghost of his voice mocking me for everything I’d thrown away.And this was the r

SALVATOREI was trying to drive out, then out of nowhere, gunfire split the night wide open.“The fuck?!” I ducked low immediately, kicking the car door open. Bullets tore across the lot, and before long, the acrid smell of gunpowder filled my lungs. Every nerve in my body screamed, but all I could think about was the blood soaking through the leather of the back seat.Miguel.He was slumped there, his face pale, his lips parted as he dragged in shallow, rattling breaths. My shirt was wet with his blood. My hands and chest were drenched in it. I wanted to yell. I wanted to tear through the night and rip apart every man behind those guns.Instead, I turned and shouted, “Miguel! Get down!”His head rolled to me weakly. I couldn’t tell if he heard me.My hand flew to my waistband, yanking out a second pistol with a speed I didn’t recognise. I slid to the ground, crouching behind the door to the car, my heart beating faster than the bursts of gunfire echoing through the lot. I counted sh

SALVATOREI stormed out of Miguel’s hospital room, fury radiating off me like heat. My fists were clenched, my vision edged with red, and John’s easy hug with Miguel kept playing in my head like a curse. That casual embrace wasn’t just the cause of the madness. It was what he had done to keep Miguel away from me. The sterile hallway reeked of antiseptic and false calm. I didn’t care who saw. I caught John by the arm and dragged him roughly toward a quiet corridor near a vending machine.My hand flew before I even thought, smacking across his cheek with a crack that echoed through the hallway. “You kept him from me!” I shouted. A nurse down the hall turned to look, startled, but I didn’t care. “You knew where he was this whole time, and you didn’t tell me! I was falling apart, John! I begged you to help me find him!”John staggered back, raising a hand to his reddened cheek. His eyes met mine with a fire that matched my own. “You didn’t deserve him, Boss,” he said quietly but with

SALVATOREMiguel’s mouth found mine with a desperation that lit every nerve in my body on fire. His kiss was fierce, messy, full of teeth and want, like he was trying to make up for every second we’d been apart. His hands gripped the hem of my shirt, and he yanked it from where it was tucked into my jeans, his fingers grazing the skin at my waist and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Hmm, fuck.” I groaned into the kiss, grabbing his hips, dragging him closer until there was no space left between us. We stumbled back into the kitchen counter, bumping into it with a soft thud that neither of us acknowledged. The house was quiet, but this silence didn’t feel empty. It felt like permission.His fingers moved with a kind of urgency I hadn’t felt from him in a long time as he tugged at my belt with shaky determination. I cursed under my breath and reached for his sweatshirt, peeling it up over his head. The fabric caught slightly on the fresh bandage around his ribs, and I hesitated jus