All Chapters of CRIMINAL PASSION: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Deep down, you know: he is everything you were warned about.He’s no good. He can’t be trusted.But he’s consuming you. Crawling into your thoughts day and night.You touch yourself imagining him between your legs, and you know you shouldn’t feed this craving.But how do you resist the inevitable?The danger.The mistake.The sin.They are so inviting…This man will destroy you, girl.He’s the kind your friends would condemn.The one who tears you apart with a glance.The one who makes you wet without even touching you.You love the way you feel when his hand is wrapped around your throat, the way you can find freedom beneath his grip. The kind who fucks you so hard you end up feeling filthy.It’s so good and so wrong…He claimed you.And you can’t hate him for it.He says he wants to truly know you. To touch your demons. To see beyond the scars you hide.And here you are. He watches as you unveil yourself.You shine inside a blood-soaked ring. You are his penance.The only one who co

When I get to the kitchen the next morning, my mom has already eaten breakfast by herself.The night before, while I was getting ready to go out, she made dinner as soon as my dad said he’d be home on time. It was a tough day for them both, and more than anything, she needed his support, but of course, he didn't show up. I wonder which motel it was this time. How much he spent. What whore he chose.Since the first year of Iris’s death when the betrayals became blatant because he no longer bothered to hide them -these cycles have grown even more intense. At least once a week he doesn’t sleep at home, and the next day they lock themselves in their room and hurl such heavy insults that this place becomes a purgatory and, listening to it all, I want to die. I know he’s a piece of shit. I've already accepted that. The disappointment, the disgust, and the rage are feelings he planted and forced me to water. But to disappear on a day like this, when my mom is more fragile than usual, is a ne

Camile looks at me. Terror takes over every corner of her face. “How much do you need?” I ask Bernardo. “I don’t want your money.” “Screw that, Bernardo! This isn’t the time for pride. How much?” “I already have what I need,” he snaps back. “I managed to sell the package they gave me. I’m just waiting on some guys to pay me.” “God, I still can’t believe you dragged yourself into this mess.” Camile’s voice falters, and tears spill down her face. “You didn’t need to do this. You’ve completely lost your mind, Jesus Christ…” “Camis, we’ll talk at home, all right? Take her, Lou, please. I’ll stay and deal with this mess.” I nod and wrap my arm around Camile’s shoulders, guiding her out of the warehouse. In my car, she breaks down. I let her cry. There’s not much I can say right now. I feel just as powerless as a friend. I’ve known the two of them for almost five years, ever since Camile transferred to my school on a scholarship. During a literature class, we discovered

“How’s your brother?” I ask. “We didn’t talk much after yesterday, but I had time to check his stuff as soon as you dropped me off. Look at this…” Camile hands me the three-headed card. “I found another one, identical, inside his notebook.” I pull mine from my phone case just to be sure. The number sequence matches. “This just proves that the guy who showed up last night is the same one I ran over. And the other guy—the one with the Cerberus tattoo—they all came from the same hole.” “Yeah, it can’t be a coincidence. You literally crossed paths with Be’s dealer. That’s insane. What are the odds?” I wonder the same. “Was there anything else in Be’s notes that might explain what this card means?” Camile opens her phone gallery and shows me some recent photos. “I found notes about the drugs he picked up. Mostly weed and coke. If I got it right, he owes those guys almost fifteen grand.” She narrows her eyes, shaking her head. Worry lines her face. “There were also rando