All Chapters of How could you? You're mine...: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

11.SethIt was clear what it was—someone was digging into my past. I clenched the phone, my heart racing in my chest. It was only a matter of time before whoever this was discovered something that would ruin me if it ever came to light. It was a secret that I had to bury in the depths of my mind, something so scathing that no one else knew.I stared at the picture again—the angle it was taken from, the person was inside the building. Did the person happen to know that we were going there? That was impossible. That was Paris, and that was our first time there.My phone vibrated violently, cutting through my thoughts. It was a private number. Everything in me screamed that I shouldn’t pick the call—that I should end it and report it to the police—but I needed to know. What if this was the same person who had sent the photos? What did the person want? The inquisitiveness, the quest to know more, drove my fingers across the screen.“Hello?” I tried to mask the fear in my voice. All I hea

SethAugust’s eyes held the hatred that I had become familiar with. The once dreaminess in them were gone, lost in the abyss. I sighed and tried to make my way to avoid the drama that was about to unfold when I felt Selena’s strong grip on my arm.She yanked me forcefully toward the chair. Fuck, did she train or something?“Selena, I don’t want any drama, just let me go,” I whispered to her. I dared to look at August, expecting some sort of backup. He should know that I didn’t like drama or being in the spotlight, it was the reason we had never gone out on a date.He knew that, so he should know how uneasy the confrontation made me feel. Selena chuckled, clapping her hands in a slow, antagonizing manner.“Oh, the little slut wants to run away,” she snickered, “you don’t get off that easy after what you did to my family,” she seethed. I was tired of hearing this, I didn’t do shit to her family. Edward came to me! He fucking asked for me!I didn’t know he was married or he was related t

SethThe house stood at the end of the street, the street paved with memories of the time when I had little to no worries. The time when I could run along the carved tars, dodging the bullets of rain with the other children who had no worries.I mean, we were poor, my clothes had holes in them and they were never truly clean, but I had a stuffed belly every day and a broader smile because I always went back home to see my parents.All that peeled away when my mother died. The smile disappeared from my father’s face and I became a husk to him—inexistent and immaterial. The scholarship came and it was a brilliant excuse to move out of the house. I had worked a summer job to save enough to rent an apartment, it was cheap but it was honest work.But I realized soon enough that honest work wasn’t going to get me anywhere. It would leave me with callouses and bruised dreams, so I turned to something better.Now, staring at the house I once called home, it’s hard to fully define how I feel.

Seth My skin became pale as the blood drained from it. How the fuck was I supposed to go to his house and meet his wife? Not his kid — his fucking wife? How do I face her and tell her everything that is happening? How would she even look at me — as the guy that destroyed her marriage, that ruined it and converted her husband to some fag? Or worse, she would look at me like I was responsible for his death. Deep down, I had that feeling. Maybe I was gentle and... fuck it, this isn’t the time to think about this. You need to save your dad. “Thank you, Armani,” I said as calmly as I could before pushing off the chair and speeding out of the room. “Don’t do anything stupid,” he shouted, but I was too far gone to listen to his advice. I prayed that she was home when I threw myself into the cab and gave the driver directions. All the while my heart raced faster than the angry wheels of the cab as we sped down the road. My brain juggled the thoughts that swam in my mind. What would I

Seth“I’m coming with you,” I said firmly as they geared up to leave the station.“You’re staying right here; it can get dangerous,” Ada warned. Dangerous? I was far from afraid for myself — I was afraid of what these crooks would do if they spotted the police. I didn’t want them to kill my father in retaliation or in anger.I shook my head. “I don’t care. This is my father we are talking about. I can’t just wait here while everyone goes to search for him,” I said. Ada cast her eyes toward Brown, who shrugged.“But you will not leave the car at any moment,” she threatened. I nodded, even though I knew I wasn’t going to keep my end of the deal. If push came to shove, I would break the windows and tear across the battlefield to reach my father.“Let’s go,” Brown said, waving us toward the car.“We have to drive incognito because we don’t want to alert them,” Brown added as he started the engine and shifted gears. The car rolled quietly onto the street, leading a pack of two other cars f