All Chapters of Pinned By My Stepbrother (MM): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THEO“Fuck…” The word slipped free from my lips as I slammed my palms against the table, reaching for my phone to switch off the alarm, then sat up in bed, grumbling. My head hurt, my throat ached terribly. For a moment, I sat still, glancing around...Everything seemed at peace. There was no sign of some boy meant to be my stepbrother. The house was still. Everything felt perfect. That must’ve been a nightmare. A smile stretched on my lips as I puffed out an exhale, standing straight on my feet with a light yawn. It was still dawn. I had enough time to lounge around.Pushing open the door to my room, I strutted down the stairs toward the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge to grab a bottle of water. Scratching against my throat, I undid the cap, gulped down some of the contents, tapping my fingers against the tabletop when my eyes caught sight of an image scattered too terribly on the counter across me.I squinted my gaze, brushed my palms against my eyes, then checked again...

THEO.He is obsessed with me. Hunter’s a freak. A psycho I keep running into, trying to hide from. Suddenly I’m creeping around, walking on my toes, in my goddamn house. My house.I can’t shake the feeling something’s off about him. He’s wired. The way his eyes linger too long on mine. The way I catch him staring. I knew I needed him gone—kicked out—fast. He’d been getting on my nerves all week at school, smiling around my friends, showing off at the football field, smirking, grinning, acting like he was all that.I grabbed the keys off my desk, heading down the stairs, plotting ways to have him out by the end of the week. If I had to endure another week with him in this house, I’d lose my goddamn mind.My bones froze. My insides locked. My ears perked at the faint sound coming from…the sitting room.Hesitant, I crept down, one stair at a time. The moans grew louder. The scrape of the chair against the tile. The slap of skin on skin. I froze on the last step, eyes widening at the sigh

HUNTERMy fingers remained between my teeth, my arms folded across my chest, my mind deep rooted in thoughts. Fine, I had chosen to play detective and go after Theo. He had however gone to a neighborhood I would never expect from him, and worse? He had met with a man. An older man.I scrunched up my nose in annoyance. The fuck was he meeting with some man for? I mean he wasn’t doing a good job at hiding the fact that his ass was gay if he went around kissing men on the lips in the corner wall of a street. Makes absolutely zero sense.The door quaked open and I sprang up, startled when Atlas walked in, grinning widely, a bag slouched over his arms.“What was going on with you? Missed all four of my calls,” Atlas grumbled, throwing the bag into the couch while walking toward me.“Yeah? Did I? Sorry I was caught up in something,” I grumbled when Atlas stood by my front. His arms crossed over my neck while pressing his lips to mine in a chaste kiss.“Fuck me,” he breathed out so suddenly

HUNTER.“Come on, Atlas, it’s just one day, it doesn’t mean shit,” I pleaded, pressing my ass against his crotch, my back against his chest and my head drooped to his shoulder while staring up at him.“No, it’s not just one day. It starts like that, and then you start cancelling tournaments, and I can’t have that now, can I?” Atlas questioned, sounding rather cold than usual. He’d been like that all day, refusing to respond to my texts or calls. He only called to remind me of my underground fight today, and I’d asked for a stall or a re-date.“I’ve got school. We both know I can’t start bunking early, yeah?” I asked Atlas, but it seemed to have fueled his rage. He pushed me off, sending me stumbling before grabbing his keys with a snort.“That’s the problem. Exactly your fucking problem. You are rich enough, you’ve attended private elite schools, we’ve worked our ass off, your house is basically furnished to taste, yet you’ll stay home with that spoilt brat? And school with the other

HUNTERThe bastard was getting on my nerves. That little pissy fuck was beginning to grate on my nerves. I punched into the bag twice, felt it swing back before landing another blow into the punching bag.I was a hooligan? A trouble he had to watch every spare minute? He dared to lie about not knowing me, acting like we were fucking strangers, and then proceeded to paint his brother fyi me in a fucking terrible light. And what? I was meant to sit and take it like a little bitch?“When’s the next fight?” I called out to Atlas, who had been watching me in utter satisfaction. He enjoyed watching me break down just as much as I enjoyed watching him lose his shit.“Figured you needed space to do what you want, so I cleared out all Match for the year. Claimed you had personal things to focus on, which means no friendly fights, no tournament fights, no bet fights, no underground fights. No fights at all.”I stilled, anger pulsating through me so hard that my body trembled with nothing but ra