All Chapters of Head over heels for my uncle Pedro : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I remembered the day Dante and I ran into each other in Miami three months ago. He wouldn’t stop begging me to come visit him and the family, saying everyone was dying to see me again. The truth is, the moment I saw him, something in me lit up. I had missed him and his family more than I wanted to admit. We used to be one big, loud, happy family.That was before my father got sick.I dropped everything and left for Miami. Then he died, leaving me in charge of his empire—the Marquez Family business. A dangerous world full of enemies, betrayals, and constant discomfort. I never wanted to get my hands dirty, but I had promised him I would carry on his legacy. So I did.I was never close to my father growing up. My mother had taken me away because she believed his world was too deadly for a family. After she died, I was out there struggling alone. When word reached me that my father was sick, he was the only blood I had left. I had no choice but to leave the people who had loved me like t

Pedro’s POVWhat the fuck.I paced the spacious, well-furnished guest room like a caged animal, hands shoved deep in my pockets. Michelle. Little Michelle—who wasn’t little anymore. The way she’d thrown her arms around me earlier… her body pressed so tightly against mine, soft curves where there used to be straight lines, the sweet floral scent of her hair flooding my senses. I’d nearly lost my damn mind. I could still feel the press of her breasts, the warmth of her skin through thin fabric. For one insane second I’d wanted to bury my face in her neck and taste every inch of her.I dropped onto the edge of the bed, right hand scrubbing over my jaw.Get a grip, Pedro. Dante is like a brother to you. If he ever found out the thoughts running through your head right now, he’d put a bullet between your eyes and you’d deserve it.“Michelle…” I muttered under my breath, biting my lower lip hard enough to hurt.Images flashed: pale skin glowing under the hallway light, delicate collarbones,

I jolted awake.Sunlight stabbed my eyes. I threw an arm over my face, groaning. My chest heaved like I’d been running.I glanced at the clock.9:17 a.m.“Shit,” I whispered. “I slept too long.”It was just a dream.A stupid, vivid, mortifying dream.But then I remember how he held me tighter calling my name in his sleep like he was actually dreaming about me I dragged myself upright, cheeks burning.Get it together, Michelle. You didn’t hear anything. Act normal. Uncle Pedro was just half asleep when he murmured your name. It doesn't mean anything I thought, biting my fingers.After a quick shower, I headed downstairs.Mom and Dad were at the dining table, laughing over something silly. I paused in the doorway for a second, watching them. Even after all these years, they still looked at each other like teenagers. No matter what life threw at them, they found ways to stay light. I envied that.I've always wanted to be like my parents. I dream of having a life partner I can laugh and

Michelle’s POVI slipped back into my room, closed the door behind me, and collapsed onto my bed with a dreamy sigh.Oh wow… Uncle Pedro.The moment I closed my eyes, all I could see was him. Those strong, sculpted muscles glistening under the pool lights, the way his wet shirt had clung to his broad chest, and God… that ass. I groaned and buried my face deep into my pillow, squeezing it tightly against my burning cheeks.This was so wrong. He was supposed to be family — or at least that’s how everyone treated him. But I couldn’t help it. He was too handsome, too sexy, too everything. I had this wild, overwhelming urge to run back downstairs, throw my arms around his neck, and kiss him like I’d been imagining for days now.But he’d probably freak out. He still saw me as a little girl, didn’t he? For fuck’s sake, I’m turning 19 this month. I’m not a child anymore. Just because I’ve never had my first kiss doesn’t mean I don’t know what I want… or who I want.I rolled over onto my back

Michelle’s POVI sat by the window, staring out for what had to be an unhealthy amount of time.There was still no sign of Uncle Pedro.I had tried calling him several times, but the calls never went through again. I had even sent a text, yet there was still no response. With every passing minute, my uneasiness grew.A soft movement beside me pulled me from my thoughts.Patrick, Tracy’s brother, came over and sat near the window opposite me. This time, he held out a glass of sweet orange juice.“You look like you’re about to fall asleep right here waiting for that uncle of yours,” he said, handing it to me.“Thank you,” I murmured, taking the glass from him and setting it briefly on the table before picking it up again.“I don’t know, Patrick. He was supposed to be here by now.”“Have you tried calling him?”“Yes,” I said, taking a sip. “I already did.”The cool sweetness of the juice lingered on my tongue, and I paused, glancing down at the glass.“Wow,” I said softly. “This is real