บททั้งหมดของ Step Brother's Deadly Obsession : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Naomi’s Pov The railyard felt like it was breathing. Not loudly not in a way you notice right away. More like the quiet rise and fall of something waiting, patient and dangerous. Cassian stood inches in front of me, one hand hovering just behind his back as he whispered the count. “One…” His voice barely stirred the air. “Two…” His breath steadied, even though mine didn’t. He raised his hand for “three..” A faint scrape of gravel behind me. I turned with nothing but instinct A hand clamped over my mouth. Another hooked around my waist. A sharp tug no sound, no warning and the ground slipped under my feet. The guard pulled me backward into a narrow slit between two containers. Dark. Tight. Cold. So silent it felt suffocating. His grip was iron, pressing my spine against his chest, his breath hot and panicked behind my ear. “Don’t move,” he hissed. My heart slammed once, hard, and every lesson I’d learned in the months since escaping the ledger came crashing ba

Naomi’s Pov The van smelled like cold metal and fear. Not loud fear, the quiet kind that settles in your clothes and clings to your skin. The kind that sits with you even after you’re safe. The three girls were huddled in the back seats, wrapped in the blankets Mara handed them. Rubio drove fast, his eyes glued to the road, checking the mirrors every five seconds. Mara sat near the sliding door, gun across her lap, watching the windows like they might breathe. Cassian sat beside me. Not touching. But close enough that the heat of him brushed against my arm every time the van hit a bump. He wasn’t talking. He wasn’t blinking enough. He sat forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles were bone-white. He was still shaking. He hid it well. But I could feel it in the small movements, the twitch of a finger, the tight pull of his shoulders, the way his breath kept catching halfway in. Rubio’s eyes flicked to the rear mirror. “Boss… you good?” Cassian didn

Naomi’s Pov The small room Cassian led me into wasn’t much, just a narrow bed, a wooden chair, and a single lamp that flickered like it was tired too. The safehouse wasn’t meant for comfort. It was meant for hiding. Surviving. But the moment he closed the door behind us, the room felt different. Smaller. Warmer. Heavy with something neither of us knew how to name yet. Cassian stood there for a second, back against the door, breathing slowly, like he was trying to steady himself. His eyes didn’t move from me. Not once. “You can take the bed,” he said quietly. “I’m not sleeping,” I whispered. He hesitated, then nodded as he understood. “Me neither.” The silence between us was warm and uncomfortable at the same time like standing near a fire you’re not sure you should touch. He ran a hand through his hair, the stress still clinging to his shoulders. I sat on the edge of the bed; it creaked under me. He stayed standing. It felt wrong. “Cassian,” I said softly

Naomi’s Pov The kitchen was warm, lit with the soft yellow bulbs that flickered every few seconds. The safehouse wasn’t built for comfort, but something about the morning light made it feel gentler than it had any right to be. The three girls sat at the table tired, stiff, blinking into their cups of warm tea like they didn’t trust anything in front of them. I understood that feeling. Cassian stood near the counter, watching them with a tightness in his jaw he didn’t bother hiding. His shoulders were tense, but not in the same way as last night. This was… different. Protective. Careful. Like he didn’t want his presence to scare them. Rubio placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of the youngest girl with a soft smile. “There you go, sweetheart. Careful, it’s hot.” The girl didn’t touch the bowl. Her small hands tucked into the sleeves of her borrowed sweater. She kept staring at Cassian like he was a storm she didn’t know how to predict. He noticed. Of course he noticed. Cassian’s

Naomi’s Pov The gear room in the safehouse was cramped, lit by a single hanging bulb that flickered every few minutes. Metal shelves lined the walls, stacked with vests, ammo, radios, and a mess of equipment that only made sense to people who lived in Cassian’s world. Rubio sorted through a crate on the floor, cursing under his breath at tangled wires. Mara checked her guns on the small workbench, cleaning each one with practiced ease. And Cassian… Cassian didn’t take his eyes off me. Not directly he wasn’t staring but every time I looked up, every time I reached for something, every time I shifted my weight, his head turned, his gaze flickered, his attention locked instantly. It wasn’t protective anymore. It was deeper. Worried. Focused. Afraid. I grabbed a vest from the shelf. It was heavier than I remembered, smelling faintly of metal and something chemical. When I struggled with the straps for half a second, Cassian appeared beside me like he teleported. “Let me,” he