Semua Bab GHOST RIDER: MY BIKER MAFIA STEP BROTHER: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Blair’s P.O.V.I stood at the gate with my suitcase dragging at my side. The house looked the same, but it didn’t feel like home anymore. Curtains drawn, windows locked. Still, I waited, hoping Dad would come out—just once.Behind me, Mom leaned against the car, tapping her fingers on the roof. “Blair,” she called, her voice sharper than before. “He would rather not see you. Let’s go.”I ignored her and rang the bell again. The sound echoed inside, but nothing moved. My chest tightened. He was in there. I knew it. He just didn’t want to face me.I turned away, fighting the sting in my eyes, when the door creaked open.“Princess.”His voice was faint, broken. I spun back. Dad stood in the doorway, thinner than I remembered, with shadows beneath his eyes.“I… I didn’t hear the bell,” he said, his lips twisting into a forced smile.I knew he had, but I didn’t argue. I dropped my suitcase and ran into his arms. His embrace felt weaker, but it was still home.“I shouldn’t have shut you out

Dimitri's P.O.V.I needed to clear my. Most importantly, I had to leave that house before I snapped.I didn’t know why I was driving to Vale’s, but I needed to talk to someone. My father had sent me to pick up his new wife and her daughter, Blair, this morning. He told me to behave, hide the mafia side, and act like the perfect older brother—the same lecture I’d heard too many times.I was already mad about it all, so I made a dumb plan last night. I wanted to make Blair’s life miserable, to make her regret entering our world. I couldn’t kill anymore because of rules. Torturing was my only escape. But now, because of Blair, I had to pretend to be good.But when I saw her, everything crumbled.Last night, Vale warned me I’d be teaching at her school. I should have known she was a teenager. But I didn’t listen. I was too annoyed to care. My plan to torment her turned to ash the moment I laid eyes on her.This morning, while I was deep in business talk with Mariano, I caught sight of Bla

Dimitri's P.O.V.I couldn’t understand why I acted like this around Blair. I had gone to her room to make up for being rude, but everything I said and did felt wrong. I hated myself for feeling things no brother should feel.Vale was wrong to call Blair our sister. I saw myself as a threat to her. I remembered the terrible things my father did to me and wanted to keep Blair safe from that. But after what happened with Jane, I feared Blair needed protection from me more than anyone else.I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept drifting to Blair, her shy, quiet way, and the way she moved. It made something twist deep inside me, a heat I couldn’t shake. When she called me "brother," I felt a bit guilty. How could I have such thoughts and feelings towards my new sister? However, it only intensified my desire. I told myself it was just frustration, that I was craving something else."Argh, I can't sleep," I muttered to myself as I got out of bed and paced the garden, hoping the cool night air wou

BLAIR’S POVFUNJane suddenly clapped her hands and said, “Okay, okay, next mission, let’s get some new dresses and let’s get you something ridiculously sweet,” and I blinked in surprise.“Jane…”“Nope,” she cut me off, already leading me toward a candy stall. “No arguments, I’m your fairy godmother today, remember?”I growled, sticking my tongue out but she ignored me, grabbed my arm, and soon we stopped at a low-budget store where she picked out a few dresses and made me try them on. We got changed, she paid, and we left, stopping right at the apple store where we bought caramel apples that stuck to our teeth and pink cotton candy that melted before we even finished it. Then she challenged me to one last game ...the claw machine.I groaned. “You know those are rigged.”“Rigged, yes, impossible, no,” she said dramatically. “Now behold as I prove my worth.”She inserted the coin, concentrated like a surgeon, and of course, the claw missed completely.“Behold,” I deadpanned. “A failure

Dimitri’s POVMy gaze lingered on my hand that she placed on her boobs, my palm burning, pulse wild, breath refusing to steady even when I told myself to breathe, I stared at that hand like it had betrayed me, like it had crossed some sacred line I swore I’d never even imagine touching, but the truth was crueler because I wanted it, I wanted her, Blair.The universe must have a wicked sense of humor because there was no way to explain why my stepsister looked at me that way, why her lips trembled not from fear but from desire, and even though I knew we weren’t supposed to feel this way, the fact that she reciprocated made my heart race in a way that scared me.Before I could pull away, she kissed me, not gentle or hesitant but fierce and desperate, like she’d been holding it in too long, and the moment her lips slammed against mine, every boundary I’d built cracked wide open, I kissed her back with everything I’d been choking down for months, my hands moving before my thoughts could c