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Why couldn't I get that kiss on my mind? He was my stepbrother for God sake!

I reached for the handlebars behind me, my fingers trembling slightly. Rolex jerked the bike forward slightly, causing me to gasp and lean against him. "Hold on to me," he said, his voice harsh. "Unless you want to fall off." With shaky hands, I wrapped my arms around his waist and held on tight. My palms brushed against the hard ridges of his abs, and I could feel the heat from his body through his jacket. I had a peculiar, twitchy sensation in my stomach, a combination of terror and something else I couldn't quite identify. He's your stepbrother, Mia. Get a grip.

Sam. He simply flashed his perfect teeth, unfazed by my glare. "You don't have to worry," he said, his voice confident and calm. Standing there in a white singlet and black shorts, his rough, sexy hair messy and undone, he looked breathtakingly handsome. It was infuriating. Why did he have to be my stern, infuriating stepbrother? "I would do you the honors of showing you to your room," his voice laced with sarcasm. "I don't need your favors," I snapped back. He smirked, "We both know you’re lying.”

The pages curled and blackened, crumbled to ash, and drifted down into the ashtray. I stood frozen, watching the contract with my signature on it turn to nothing. "You're insane!" I stared at him, eyes wide. "I'm not." Brode put the lighter away, leaned back on the couch, and took another sip. "I just wanted to demonstrate something." "In San Verona, paper can't keep you alive." He paused. Then, word by word: "Only I can." My fists were so tight my nails cut into my palms. "Brode, what do you want?" My voice was trembling, fury barely contained. "I rented a place. I'm paying my way. I'm minding my own business, what have I done to you?"

School got me busy and I had very little time for writing or even social media. But now I’m back. I already completed Crave if anyone is also waiting for that, and some of you might have not seen the note there, but I’ll complete my stepbrother this June. I’m already rereading the chapters to get familiar with the plot again and it’s been written. Once I have enough chapters that won’t leave you hanging in between (which is very soon. In a few more days I think.) I’ll start uploading them. Thank you so much for being patient with me and for being devoted to James and Elizabeth’s story.

*Welcome to Exploit, book 2 of the step brother series! You have now entered into the sequel, where things will start to take a dramatic twist. This portion is a bit of a slow burner so please, buckle up your seatbelt and please stay along for the ride. For my twisted readers… I promise it’ll be worth it.* ~ Trigger Warning~ This portion of the book is for mature audiences only. This book is about an abusive relationship. Mentally, and physically. I really wanted to make the reader feel as though they are Amber and experience this with her while being able to see all sides of things.

Hands stroking from my cheek to my chest, from my chest down below my legs. This isn’t a massage. It’s a caress. “You don’t need to go this far…” “I’m your younger brother, aren’t I.” Covering me with pheromones. Caressing me… This is absolutely not something a younger brother should do. “Only on paper, though.” I can see Samuel Bailey’s face grinning. That smile is so terribly beautiful it makes me even more frustrated. “Not today… don’t…” At the words I barely managed to spit out,

Even their small business eventually went bankrupt. He’s tall and undeniably handsome. He could pass as a model without even trying, but he has no interest in it at all. I offered to refer him to my agent several times, yet he has turned me down every single time. I suppose he isn’t the type who enjoys that kind of attention. “Your eyebrows are almost touching, Noah,” Franco’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I shot him a glare. “Shut up.” “Lemme guess. This is about your brother again, am I right? You always get that look on your face whenever he’s on your mind. Honestly, you might as well just kill him in your thoughts,” he laughed.

“Elias, 18.” “Lorenzo,” a boy spoke and he pointed towards the same looking boy, “is my twin, Vincenzo and we both are 16.” “Ryder, 15.” The boy with the glasses said. And lastly I turned towards the other two boys who looked identical. “Zane and Shane, we’re 14.” I nodded once again. I was about to introduce myself again but decided against it since they were once again busy in there own world.

The more stories they told, the more our memories of that surfaced. Brody, Peyton, and Brian were getting along really well also. Brody was only five, but his intelligence was astounding. He spoke just as well as Brian and Peyton did. Had I not known his age from Ezekiel’s files and his parents, I would never have guessed it. He was gifted in more ways than one.