All Chapters of Straight Until Him: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alessandro’s POVThe sunlight was rude. Too bright, too warm, too happy for a house that had practically exploded last night. I rolled over with a groan, burying my face into the pillow, only to realize it wasn’t the pillow I was pressed against.It was Micah’s chest.He was awake, of course. Because apparently, he’s one of those people who looks like a magazine ad. While I probably looked like I’d just wrestled a tornado and crash-landed right in my bed.“Morning, sunshine,” he said, all smug.I shot him a look and gave his shoulder a pretty pathetic shove. “Don’t call me that. I’m not sunshine. I’m… moonlight. Broody, cold, distant.”“Yeah,” he said, grinning. “You’re terrifying. I almost didn’t survive the snore symphony last night.”“I do not snore.”“You do,” he said flatly, stretching like a cat. “You sound like a motorcycle engine starting up. Romantic, really.”I threw the pillow at his face, and he caught it, laughing like he had no idea the world had crumbled around us. Whic

Alessandro’s POV“Seriously, what is the drama with this lake and you?” I grumbled, kinda kicking at the grass and half-tempted to just flop down right there.Micah smirked like always. “Because, Alessandro Romano, your precious lake is screaming for action. Not boring admiration. Action.”“You mean chaos,” I corrected.He leaned close, lips brushing my ear. “Same thing.”I shoved his shoulder. “You are so insufferable.”“And you are glowing. Admit it.” He winked.I rolled my eyes. “Glowing? From walking in my own garden? Do not flatter yourself.”“Oh, it is not the garden,” he teased. “It is me. Obviously.” He flicked my forehead. Like seriously? Is that what we are doing now?“Yeah, that is really clever,” I shot back, inching closer to the water. “Could you be any more ridiculously pleased with yourself, Mr. Micah?”He just smirked. “Do not Micah me and look who is gawking now.”“I am not…”He cut me off by leaning forward until our noses almost touched. “Bla... bla bla... You so

Marcus’s POVI hate silence. Silence messes with me, seriously. My thoughts get loud; unbearably, annoyingly loud. Yet here I am, holed up in this crappy safe house way out past where anyone decent bothers to visit. Curtains shut so tight you’d think sunlight was illegal. TV’s just pointless background noise, volume all the way down. My phone’s going nuts, vibrating off the table like it’s possessed, and nope, I’m not picking that up. Not a chance. Feels like the city outside is shrinking, squeezing me smaller by the minute. For once, and I kind of hate to admit it, I have zero idea how to dig myself outta this mess.My wife… she is gone. No explanation, just a trip abroad after the disaster people call a wedding. A trip, huh? More like running away. She has been straight-up ghosting my calls, so whatever... I gave up. If she wants to stew in her bad mood, that is her problem, not mine. I did not marry her for her loyalty anyway.But Sandra… oh Sandra. That woman’s voice has been stab

Alessandro’s POV“Come on, do you really have to go?” I slouched against the doorway, arms crossed, like maybe if I held on tight enough, his suitcase could not budge.Talking about the suitcase, I did not know when or how he brought it in because he has been here with me since the chaos of a wedding.Micah zipped the bag shut, glancing at me with that annoyingly calm smile. “Yes, baby, I really do. My father has called me five times this morning already. If I ignore him again, he will show up here with the entire Duvall army.”I wrinkled my nose. “Let him come. We can prevent him from entering and lock the gates.”He chuckled. “You think your father would let that happen?”I groaned. “Ugh... Do not bring my father into this. He is ignoring me enough as it is. Ignoring me, avoiding me. Does not even want to see my face. Does not bare to sit at the same table with me nor stay in the same place I am. Do not know how he is still in the house, thought he would have move out by now."Micah

Micah’s POV“Micah, thank God you’re here.”The first voice that hit me as I stepped into the Duvall mansion wasn’t Father’s. It wasn’t Mother’s. It was Sandra’s shrill cry, echoing from the living room like a siren nobody asked for.I hadn’t even taken off my coat.She came storming forward, her hair wild, her robe half-tied like she’d been pacing for hours. “Where have you been? Do you know what you’ve caused me? Do you have any idea what it’s like to be humiliated in front of the whole city?”I sighed. “Hello to you too, Sandra.”“Don’t hello me! You…”“Enough.” Father’s voice cut through like steel. He slouched in his chair, cane propped haphazardly against his knee, shooting Sandra a glare. “Sit your ass down or I swear, I’ll haul you over myself.”She slumped onto the couch with a huff, arms cranked tight across her chest.Mother rose from her seat at the far end, her face pale. “Micah, please talk to her. She’s… she’s not herself. She can’t be. My Sandra would never…”“Mother!”