Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Corleone’s pov I woke up sore. It wasn’t just physically, it was one that had shifted permanently inside me like a door that wasn’t supposed to be open had been kicked down. For a long moment, I didn’t move away from the bed. I just laid there staring at the ceiling, my fingers crossed against the sheets like they were the only important thing at the moment. Martil. His name alone was enough to make my heart race, spreading addictive heat through my body. My head was filled with everything that had happened. Would it be weird if I said I missed him already? It had barely been two days. Two whole days of sneaking around my own house, avoiding my mom like I was some kind of criminal. Every creak of the nearby boards made my heart jump. Every time she called my name, I got myself ready, waiting for her to say she knew. That she knew about Martil and I. But I guess she didn’t and somehow, that made it even worse because I knew and remembered exactly what happened in my room, on my

Corleone’s pov “If you leave, prepare never to speak to me ever again” I didn’t even know if the threat was going to work. In the next rolling minute, the door opened. “Get in.” He said, I got in and the mad ride started. We hit the road like a fucking tornado. I glanced at Martil. His jaw was clenched. His lips were tight. His biceps flexed as he controlled the wheel without taking his dim eyes off the road. “Martil—“ “Don’t.” He cut me off just before the name finished landing. “Don’t….say anything, Corleone.” Like that was a warning. He was angry, no doubt. He could burst out anytime soon or if I said the wrong words at such wrong time so I saw it would be better that I zipped up my lips. The ride became very silent. The kind of silence that came with a lot of tension and unspoken thoughts. Finally, we arrived at his house. The car got parked while I headed for the door. Martil opened the door with his key and we walked in. The room was so dark that one wouldn’t even see

Martil’s pov “How did he get to you, Corleone? Answer me!” She blinked, raising her hands. “Stop yelling at me!” She yelled back. I closed my eyes for a moment before reopening them. I shouldn’t have yelled at her like that but for the first time, I was afraid she could actually be killed. She shouldn’t have been there. I was afraid. I was afraid the gun would be fired at me. I was afraid the knife could slit her throat. I was afraid he would use her to get to me and she would get hurt. The very thought, the first thought that stayed in my head which was louder than the earlier crashes, louder than the yells and louder than everything that just happened was because she was here. If Corleone wasn’t here, things wouldn’t even be the same. Yet she stood in front of me, in the middle of everything like it wasn’t dangerous. “I was worried sick!” She yelled again, tears filling her eyes. “I couldn’t stay up there, hidden while you are here killing people or a bullet going into your s

Martil’s pov I wasn’t given the time to think about how they knew we were here. It was my mistake. I didn’t make my findings before bringing Corleone outside. These men were the same ones that sent those ones to my house. They must have been have been lurking around to see my next move. I just wanted to unwind with Corley. Now, I got us into trouble with the men that were absolutely furious about me. It was too late. By the time I heard her voice, my body was already moving. It was pure instinct, one learnt for survival. The kind that had been drilled into me long before I ever thought I could even leave this life behind. I twisted just as the hit came. It wasn’t fast enough to avoid it completely but it was enough to take the hit on my shoulder instead of my rib. Pain shot through me instantly. It was sharp and threatened to blind me. I staggered, my foot slipping and causing imbalance for only half a second and that was all the gap they needed. Nemir came at me first. Of c

Martil’s pov She just sealed it. She just made Rafe’s deep down wish come to pass by making herself a target. Why wouldn’t she just be calm and let me handle things? Corleone’s words still hung in the air or maybe in my head. ‘I’m not staying out of it.’ To her, she may be supporting me but that kind of support wasn’t needed, not here, not in the presence of a maniac like Rafe. Rafe smiled. Nemir exhaled like he’d just been handed a gift. And me? I stopped thinking about negotiation because it was now worthless. There was no need to try to bargain any longer. “Then we’re done talking,” I said, my voice sounded somehow different and cold. Rafe’s eyes sharpened slightly. “There it is,” he murmured. “I was wondering when you’d stop pretending.” I didn’t respond because there was nothing left to say. We served under the same boss. It was only natural that we knew ourselves too well. Now, there was no more circling or testing, only action remained. Nemir moved first. That