All Chapters of Uncle, ruin me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

JULIAN’S POVThe devil I know is better than the angel I didn't. Problem is, I didn't know any angels. Born into a life like this, there were just devils and devils and they showed up when you least expected.Tonight's surprise was Dante Martinez. He arrived at dinner fifteen years late with a suit that must have cost a fortune. The moment he walked into the room, the air thickened like even oxygen was scared of him.“Dante,” My mother said in a strangled voice. Her hand trembled slightly as she lifted her wine glass to her mouth. My father who had leaned back in a posture mum had always complained about suddenly sat upright, straightening his back. His eyes followed Dante as he took a seat. It felt like God had walked into the room except that I had imagined God as anything but a six foot, fully tatted, dark-haired man.My eyes followed his every move the second he walked through those doors. His long strides, the way he loosened his tie and undid the button of his suit as he took hi

JULIAN’S POV The last time I saw Mother angry, I was probably still struggling to pronounce words properly. In this dark world, she was the ray of sunshine. I loved how she loved me and tried to protect me but there's only so much she could do. My hands moved quickly as I piled the plates together. I felt him hovering above me before I saw his shadow. We reached for a plate together and our hands brushed briefly. I pulled back like I had been shocked.“Let me help you.” His breath fanned my face. I wanted to lean in and press my lips against his.“I’m fine,” I stuttered. “It’s nothing much.”He picked up the napkins and started wiping the table. His presence now that he was barely five inches away from me was suffocating. I struggled to focus on the plates but my eyes kept travelling to him. He smelled like spices and wood, intoxicatingly male and heat poured out from his pores. It was the kind of heat I wanted to be wrapped in.“Law,” He dragged out the word. “You’ve always

Jullian.I stood in the middle of my room with an open suitcase on my bed, staring at it like it had personally offended me. Half my closet was already folded inside, my shirts and well-tailored trousers were folded neatly inside the suitcase. I looked around my room for anything that I may be forgetting.My gaze drifted to the window. The curtains swayed slightly with the morning breeze, the sunlight slipped through in soft lines across the floor. Everything felt… normal. In fact, too normal, like nothing had changed, except it had.Dante was back and somehow the air in the house had changed. Why had my mother agreed to let me stay with this dude who had abandoned his family?I exhaled slowly and dragged a hand through my hair. “It’s just an internship,” I muttered to myself. “You’re acting like you’re being exiled.”“Talking to yourself now?” I flinched slightly at my mother’s voice and turned.She leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed loosely and a small smile on her f

JULLIAN“Get dressed.”I blinked, looking up from the notes spread across the small desk in my room. “I am dressed.”Dante stood by the door, leaning against the frame like he owned the space, which, technically, he did.“Not for where we’re going.”“And where is that?”“Around.”I frowned. “Around… where?”“The neighborhood,” he answered absent-mindedly.I stared at him for a second, trying to figure out if this was another one of his vague tests.“You’re taking me on a tour?”“Yeah. What does it look like? I’m making sure you don’t get lost.”“I can use Google Maps.”His lips twitched faintly, but it wasn’t quite a smile.“I know.” he paused “But you’re still coming with me.”There it was again, that calm and certain tone. Like arguing wouldn’t change anything.I exhaled, pushing back my chair. “Give me five minutes.”“I’ll give you three.”What is this? The military?The neighborhood looked… normal, too normal to be honest. There were clean streets, quiet buildings, and cars parked

JulianI barely saw Dante the next morning. Which was probably for the best.After last night, I wasn’t sure what I would say to him or what he would say to me.“You are alive because I say you are.”The words had followed me upstairs, into bed, and into sleep. They sat heavy in my chest even now, as I stood in the kitchen with a cup of coffee I wasn’t drinking.Dante walked in exactly at 7:12, in his dark suit, black tie, and unreadable expression like nothing had happened.“Your car is outside,” he said.I looked up. “My car?”“The firm sent a driver.”“Right.”I waited, for an apology, an explanation. Something.It never came.“Your badge is in the envelope on the counter,” he said. “Don’t lose it.”Then he walked out, just like that. I stared after him, irritation curling under my skin. Unbelievable.The law firm occupied nearly thirty floors of a glass building downtown. It was tall and polished and slightly intimidating The kind of place where everyone looked expensive and impor