All Chapters of Sinful Desires: Craving My StepBrother’s Touch: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

DaemonThe chirping coming from the crickets got cut off abruptly before starting again. It was midnight. Time was running out but I didn’t mind, I was here for either the package or the money unfailingly. This was the opportunity I had been looking for.In a game of confidence, the moment just before you play your cards is the most nerve-racking. It is the point of no return. Once you make that right move, you settle down, your mind and body relaxing automatically.I crushed the butt of my cigar on the concrete as I stood and stretched my back and neck. I could hear the siren going off in the distance, I wondered what crime had been committed this time. It was becoming a daily occurrence, people were scared to leave their houses when dusk fell but not me. I glanced at my watch, it was almost time. I dusted my denim jeans as I hurriedly crossed the street and hid in the dark.Tony Montana would be home soon. For months, he had carefully evaded me and the traps I had set up for him. He

Julienne True to his words, we were on this private plane for six hours heading to New York City. I was a nervous wreck and I didn’t know why. I’ve always been emotional, it was a trait I grew to detest as I grew older. I wore my heart on my sleeve and more times than not, people had often taken it for granted and played me for a fool with my emotions. Daemon and Bene had been speaking in a hushed tone ever since we got on the plane and I had no idea what they could be talking about. It could be anything but it would surely center around my mother. I tried to go back in time to see if there was ever a time when my mother was like this but I couldn’t remember any incident like this. It was only natural to assume that my father’s death had broken her and turned her into a cold-hearted bitch but as the years rolled by, I realized I was only making excuses for her in order not to soil the memory I had of her in my head. I also lost my father and I didn’t go on rampage or turn into

Daemon I parked my car a few blocks away from the Villa where we were staying as my phone buzzed, careful to remain hidden. It hadn’t been long since we moved in, barely up to an hour and I decided to go on a solo ride to clear my head that was when I got a tip or maybe it was a false alarm to make me paranoid, I wouldn’t be the first time but I decided to cut my trip short and come back home. Retrieving the phone from my pocket, I shielded my eyes from the bright light emanating from it as the phone stopped ringing before I could click on the receiver. The notification light on my phone blinked softly notifying me of a text message received minutes earlier. "I think there’s a problem. There are reports of heavily armored cars making their way here. Come back soon. Don't be late."I sighed as I read the text. It was from an unknown number but I didn't need to guess who sent it. It was a typical message, long enough to relay the message. My father was the most punctilious person

Julienne I pulled the blanket up to my chin as I tried to stay warm. Daemon, Bene, and I were sitting on the balcony of the new villa we had relocated to after the attack on the last one. There were a lot more guards patrolling the grounds and on the walls as well. I remember overhearing Bene telling Daemon that the entire 10-mile radius surrounding the house was covered by their men. There would be no more surprise attacks for the time being. With this sudden development that no one had seen coming, I couldn’t help but wonder what would happen to Daemon’s declaration of looking for my mother and trying to recover what would be left of his father’s wealth. I didn’t know how to describe the luck my mother had. This wasn’t the first time Daemon was trying to look for her and like the last time, something a lot more important came up and he had to stall. Life was overly fair for her while mine was the opposite. Daemon took a long drag of his cigar while Bene emptied the bottle of

Daemon “The doctor had said he was getting better but he looked far from it. If anything, his health had deteriorated over the past two months.”I whispered to Julienne as we made our way to the other end of the room. I didn’t know why I gave into her nagging but I felt I had to reward her for saving my life. “You don’t look so well, Angelo.” I began as we stopped in front of the table. “My health is perfectly fine, Mr. Daemon. Thank you for your concern.” Angelo said, his voice was hoarse and he winced with every word he said. I snapped my fingers and one of the men who accompanied us pulled out one of the leather seats in front of us for me to sit. “I’ll get right into it, Angelo,” I said as soon as I sat down, clearing my throat. “Mr. Daemon, I think we started on the—““Why does everyone keep talking when I don’t want them to?” I sighed, drumming my fingers on the table. “I was only trying to plead my case,” Angelo said. “I didn’t come here for that. I came here to tell y