Todos os capítulos de Sinfully Yours' Step-Brother of Mine: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Double povThe universe sure didn’t hide her particular dislike for me because everything single time I think things are going to work out find in my life, something that fuck it all up happens.I ran through the direction Diana had explained, feeling Sergio and Nino and probably the entire men in the break room catching up with me even after my attempt at losing them. I put my highschool track training to use and ran like my life depended on it, because it did—literally. Once my bodyguard caught up with me, it was game over. I’d never find another chance to go to the loan shark.I was so focused on getting to my destination, my highschool coach’s voice telling me to step on it bizarrely echoing in my head. And boy did I step on it, I got to the corridor intersection, curved to my right and bam! I rammed full force into another human body.“Ow!” A female voice yelled, falling to the floor.“Oh my God!” I paused when I recognized the musty chef coat, “Dee! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you.”

Cellie’s povI returned to the living room to find Diana glaring daggers at the back of an oblivious Dominic, who was engrossed in the small meeting he was having with some of the men. I recognized Santino, whose eyes met mine with a wink and the older man from last time, Grigori—I think—was his name. The men took turns speaking to him, likely keeping him in the loop with the recent development while he was away, saving my ass.Sergio and my other bodyguards were nowhere to be found and I hoped Demetrio hadn’t sent them to the Cosa Nostra equivalent of the gallows. I hoped they weren’t somewhere getting a body part cut off. I’d been so focused with my own shit I’d even stop to think how my little espionage moment would affect them. Luckily Dominic had managed to keep Demetrio from knowing.My eyes found the man and although he had his back to me, I still could tell that his face was pinched in a thoughtful scowl as he listened to whatever it was Santino was saying.“Can you trust him

Cellie’s povIt was that day on the DeLeon patio all over again. Gunshots fired off all around me, likely killing whoever was the target. A full on war was going on but I was crouched in the dark space of a rusted mediumly large container, my hands pressed over my ears as I rocked myself in an attempt to fight off the dark memories threatening to resurface— me, locked in a closet as my father ducked around our tiny living room, trying to find cover from the bullets being shot at him.He failed.Now, so many years later I was in a similar situation and this time I’d tried to help the very man responsible for that fateful Sunday. It was a laughable situation.A shot went off somewhere very close to where I was and I stiffened in fear. Was there even a chance that I might make it out alive? Was there a chance that any of us will? I thought about Demetrio and my pulse quickened. Was he okay? Hurt? Was he…I snapped my eyes shut, refusing to complete the thought. I was scared out of my min

Demetrio’s povThe woman was crying, tears staining her cheeks, her eyes red and puffy. “Demetrio!” She called.Cellie.I tried to call back but my lips refused to move as if sealed together with tape.“Demetrio!” Cellie called again.I’m right here, baby. I wanted to tell her, I wanted to wipe her tears but my lips weren’t the only thing frozen in place.“His eyes are fluttering, he is about to wake up?” A new voice said, sounding far off.I ignored focusing only on—“Please wake up. Please don’t die.” Cellie said, pleadingly.I’m not going to–“Boss! Are you awake?”My eyes slowly open to the blurry faces of Dominic and Santino, loaming over me.“He’s awake! Alfonso! The Don is awake.” Santino—or was it Dominic?— was yelling.Alfonso came into the frame, something very similar to a stethoscope dangling from his neck. He began asking questions but everything was starting to tip over once more and the only words I caught before slipping back into darkness were painkillers and stitches

Dark, foggy and cold. The street was desolate, just like my heart. I shuffled down the run-down lane of a place I had no inkling what it was called. I’d strayed too far from the bus stop Dominic had dropped me off. I had no idea how much distance I’d covered. Walking aimlessly for days, I was drained and dehydrated but my legs seemed to have a mind and strength of their own that kept them going, my footsteps muffled by the strong wind blanketing the night.Far away, I needed to get far away from Demetrio.A chilly wind cut past me, making me shudder and I wrapped one hand around myself, the other gripping tightly on my slung duffel bag.I dodged several plastic bags flying around in the air, avoided a murky puddle and pressed on. The streets grew even darker as I walked further into the night, I was losing moonlight and needed to find somewhere to rest for the night. Somewhere proper this time, not the cardboard shack I’d been subjecting myself to. Right before we parted, Dominic had