All Chapters of Break Me, Step-Daddy : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Erin's pov Brandon had arrived quickly and when I came with Lisa, he made this face as if to say, “you brought your girl, bro.” But I didn't mind him so I focused on the most important thing on the table. Julie. Brandon had pulled up a few CCTV footage of Julie around some secluded places in the city. The way she moved, a pregnant woman wouldn't be moving like that. It had me thinking so much about it. “Are you sure there's nothing more to this?” Brandon looked up to me from his laptop. I shook my head, knowing that if I knew the answer, I wouldn't be sitting on this table. Lisa was actually waiting for Megan to tip her so when Megan's call came though, Lisa waved it in our faces. “Megan is ready, I have to go.” I held her back, battling the thought of letting her go like that. “Will you be okay? You know out there with Megan?” She smiled, the type that made me forget every reason to worry. “Come on, Erin. You know better than to ask me a question like that. I'll be alright an

Erin's povSomeone was trying to kill Lisa. A fucking piece of shit was trying to take my angel off the face of the earth without my permission. It took some guts for someone to even try to send such text to me.I may have been too liquid for such shit but no one comes close to my Lisa and goes back a full man. I'd be breaking bones. I had called Lisa to confirm her location and when she told me where she was, I didn't think about wasting another second far away from her.Brandon was even more worried. “Dude, you look so tense. Are you okay?” He looked at me full of concern and despite how tight we were, I didn't want to just tell him that someone had sent me a threatening text. Brandon could start a war we'd both be forced to finish right here so I thought it was best if I waited until the smoke fades out.I held his shoulders. “I need you to book a hotel for me and Lisa. We can't risk going home tonight. You know how it is at home.” Brandon nodded in agreement. “Sure thing. I'll

Lisa's povMy own mother was trying to kill me. I would've thought it to be a lie but it really was true. Mum was planning and working on it. That daring look in her eyes when I tried to stop her was clear evidence.Erin had succeed in getting me to talk, though I didn't say much but for him, it was enough. We laid around, talking about everything and nothing until my stomach rumbled and I remembered that I hadn't anything to eat since.I tried to pretend like nothing had happened but Erin heard it already. “Hungry and you're not telling me? Come on, love.”I giggled. “I'm not sure this hotel will have what I want. There's a lot of things that this stomach can carry and I don't think they are here.”Erin moved from the bed to stand with me by the wardrobe. I was trying to put in the clothes tag he had gotten for me.“And what is that?” He had his hand tucked into his pockets, looking like some sexy demi-god but I dare not say that out loud.I shrugged in the attempt to discourage him

Lisa's pov The previous night was a night I didn't want to forget. Despite knowing that trouble was somehow waiting for us at home. Erin drove in silence, his fingers tightened around the wheels in ways that scared me. “Are you okay?” I asked him, knowing that his answer would be the opposite but still daring to try. He shrugged. “I don't know. Your mother claims she has a surprise for me. I don't know what she's got cooking in that house. It just scares me to death when I try to think about it.” I nodded, agreeing with him. “Welcome to the club then. You're scared of your wife, I'm scared of my mum.” When we got to the house, a man was leaving the house. He carried a briefcase with him as he left. Erin and I watched as he left, nothing was said. We quietly walked into the house and found mum sitting in the living kike she had been waiting for us. She stood up from the chair and walked towards us. “Ah, just the people I was waiting for.” She turned to Erin and kissed hi

Lisa's povI didn't know where I was going. My hands rested on the steering wheel, my eyes fixed on the road ahead, yet I couldn't remember passing half the streets I'd driven through.The conversation with Erin replayed in my head like a song stuck on repeat. My heart pounded at the feeling of it. The words had sounded so cold, so final, like I wasn't returning anymore. But God knew that one more day in that house was going to be the end of me.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel until my fingers hurt. Redness wrapped around my fingers like I had deeped my fingers into hot heat.I wanted to reach for my phone and call him. And tell him that I was joking, that I didn't mean it. That I was only trying to keep him safe. If anything, hanging up that phone had hurt me more than it could ever hurt him.But staying meant waking up every day under the same roof as my mother, wondering what she would destroy next. The thought alone made my chest tighten so much that I blinked back anoth