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My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession It's none of your business
MIGUELI sat at the library computer, my elbows on the scratched table. The screen flickered and cast a dim light across my hands. I typed "Salvatore" into the search bar and hit enter. A mess of results popped up but none of them were right. Some mechanic in Ohio, a chef with a blog, but nothing close to the guy I needed. I frowned. My fingers hovered over the keys, then I added the city name and tried again.The page reloaded, and a few articles caught my eye. I clicked one and skimmed the text fast. Salvatore Erik Blackwood… business mogul, owned companies—real estate, shipping, and some vague consulting gigs. There were no details, no dirt. It was just a name tied to money. I opened another tab and checked a different site. I found the same dry story. No pictures, no scandals, no hint of who he really was. My stomach tightened and unease crept in. I leaned back, the chair creaking loudly in the quiet room. “He’s too clean,” I muttered to myself, rubbing my jaw. A guy like that
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MIGUEL“I fucking kept it here!” I jerked awake to Emily’s voice tearing through the house. This couldn’t be happening right now.My eyes cracked open. The room was still dim and the clock blinked at 7:42. It was too early for her shit, and too early for me to be up.Over the years, I’d learned to enjoy the chaos at night, hiding when necessary, and running to work even when I didn’t have a shift. The mornings were always quieter because Emily would be too drunk to get out of bed. But lately, the mornings were no longer peaceful.She was downstairs, shouting curses that bounced off the walls. I groaned and rolled out of bed then pulled on a shirt. My head throbbed, my body heavy from the late shift, but I trudged to the door anyway. Her yelling didn’t stop. Instead, as I got out of the room, it got worse. It was like a storm I couldn’t dodge.I stepped into the hall, rubbed my face, and started down the stairs. After a long night of doing dishes and preparing the materials needed fo
Last Updated : 2025-03-19My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession He's bad news
MIGUEL“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, breathing hard. My chest heaved, my pulse raced, and I pressed my palms to my eyes. I was hard—rock hard—and it hit me like a punch. Salvatore’s leather and smoke scent still clung to me and my body had betrayed me. I cursed again and fisted my hair. What the fuck just happened? Shit! “What the hell’s wrong with me?”I stumbled to the bed and ran my hands through my hair. “I’m losing it,” I muttered in a shaky voice. “I’m going fucking crazy.” Disgust rolled through me. Salvatore—his hands, his voice, and that serious stare—shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t feel this. I stood and started to pace in tight circles. “Get it together, Miguel,” I said under my breath, but my skin still burned where he’d grabbed me. Why did he have to go around touching me anyway? Why?The bathroom door creaked as I shoved it open. I turned the tap and splashed the cold water on my face. It stung as it dripped down my neck, but it d
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MIGUEL“Back off.” My voice was low like I didn’t even sound convincing to myself. I stood there, rooted to a spot, as Salvatore’s bare frame moved closer in the dim living room. His heat rolled off him, pressing against me, suffocating me. I took a step back but he moved faster. His hands shot out and pinned me there, his palms flat on either side of my head. I froze. His breath was warm on my face.“Go away,” I said in a tone that wasn’t convincing. “Just leave me alone.”He tilted his head, his eyes glinting. “You’re pushing it away, Miguel. True happiness, right here, and you’re too stubborn to take it.”“I don’t need your version of happiness.”“Are you sure?” His voice dropped, taunting me. “You are drowning in her mess. I’m offering you a way out, and you keep running.”“Get off me,” I said, my hands flexing at my sides. He leaned in closer, his chest brushing mine, and I shot my hand up, pressing it to his ribs. His heartbeat thumped under my palm, steady, alive, beating ev
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MIGUELTwo days since our last confrontation, and I'd changed shifts...I slid out of bed like I was being chased, the sheets tangling around my legs as I let out a shaky breath.I looked at the clock. 5:13. It was too early, but sleep wasn’t coming back. It had taken hours for me to sleep but right now, I needed to move even if it meant losing valuable rest. My head pounded, and my body ached, but I couldn’t stay in this house for another second. I yanked on my favourite washed jeans, a shirt and sneakers, grabbed my jacket, and bolted out the door.I got to the diner fast, pushed through the back entrance, and clocked in. The place was quiet save for the hum of the fridge and the faint sizzle from the grill. I tied my apron, started the coffee pots, and wiped down the counter. People started trickling in, early risers looking for eggs and toast. I served them fast, my hands moving on autopilot. “Two creams?” I asked a guy in a suit, pouring before he even nodded. He grunted his a
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SALVATOREFire licked my skin, the flames blazing wildly as my fingers found his hair, those soft curls. Miguel’s lips pressed against mine, urgent, warm, pulling me into an orbit that I couldn’t rip out of. His breath hitched, a low sound escaping him, and his hands gripped my shoulders, clinging tight, shameless in the moment. I couldn’t explain this ache in my chest, this pull I didn’t want to fight. His body leaned into me, syncing with mine, and I held him closer.His arms wove around me, his fingers digging into my back. I could feel every tremble, every shift. He moaned softly. The sound vibrated through me and I tightened my grip, lost in the warmth of him. We moved together, tangled and close, his heat blending with mine. I couldn’t let go. I didn’t want to, even as my mind spun, trying to name this feeling. It was more than want. It was a raw need, deep, blazing in my bones like a furnace.I pulled back suddenly, my breath ragged, and grabbed his wrist. “Come on,” I said
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MIGUEL“Thank you for coming,” I smiled brightly at the customer until I was scared that my cheeks would fall off. He slipped me a tip, a crumpled five, and I hastily pocketed it and gave my appreciation. “Have a good one.” I turned back to the counter. My hands were still shaky from the mess earlier. What the fuck did I do? What did I allow to happen?I had made a terrible mistake, a mistake that was going to cause a lot of trouble. I was confused and tangled up inside. I wanted to be mad, to hate him for barging in and kissing me like that in the back room, but I couldn’t. The more I tried, the more I felt it; this pull, this draw to him I couldn’t shake. I could still feel his lips on mine, and his hand moving slowly. It burned in my memory. My stepfather, of all people, and I’d let it happen. I’d moaned, melted into him, and I didn’t know what that made me. A freak? A pervert?Maybe both.The diner buzzed around me, plates clinking, and voices humming, but they all seemed to f
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MIGUELThe knock at the door got frantic as loud bangs rattled the frame. “Who the fuck is that?” I stepped back, my heart slamming hard, and Emily stumbled beside me. My focus was solely on the door, but I could clearly see her hands trembling. She grabbed my arm, her nails digging in, her breath shaky and fast. “They’re here,” she whispered, her eyes wide with terror. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but the door burst open. The wood cracked under the weight that drove through it, the locks clanging to the floor.A man stepped in, tall and broad, his leather jacket creaking as he moved. His face was hard, jaw square, and a scar cut through his left eyebrow. Dark hair slicked back, eyes cold and grey, he carried a weight that filled the room.The first thing I looked at was his hips. There was no visible ammunition, thankfully.Two others flanked him. They were quieter and their hands hovered near their waists like they were ready to pull something out. Fuck!The man
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MIGUELAnother day of healing, learning to smile warmly at customers, and enjoying the peace of my surroundings. When I clocked out, John was there again, waiting under that flickering lamp outside the store. His car was in the lot, the headlights cutting across the cracked pavement.He seemed to have mastered my schedule even better than me. He had a way of showing up right on time, already knowing that I had nothing to keep me back when I closed.He leaned against the hood with his arms folded, a soft grin tugging at his face when he saw me coming.“You are going to spoil me,” I said, jogging up with a tired smile. “Keep this up and I’ll start expecting dinner too.”He opened the passenger door, dipping his head in a mock bow. “Maybe I’m just making sure you don’t starve.”I climbed in and let the door thunk shut behind me. I could get used to this. The familiar scent of old leather and lingering coffee greeted me. No Salvatore scent. Good.John settled behind the wheel, and we pu
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MIGUEL“Your total is one hundred and twenty-three, and some cents,” I said, flashing a warm smile at the customer, an older woman with a cart brimming with canned goods and fresh produce. Her glasses slipped down her nose as she fumbled with a wad of crumpled bills, and I punched the numbers into the register. The air carried the comforting scent of warm bread from the bakery aisle, mingling with the sharp tang of citrus from a nearby display. I handed her the change, and she thanked me with a nod before wheeling her cart away.The next customer in line was a teenager with headphones dangling around his neck and a six-pack of soda in his arms. I rang him up, made a joke about the caffeine rush, and he gave a small laugh before heading out. Each interaction was a brief and pleasant flicker. Out here, in this sleepy corner of the world, everything was a little slower, a little softer.This place—this small, unassuming store tucked on the edge of town—had become something I hadn’t r
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession A resolve
SALVATORE I paced the office with the phone pressed to my ear, my voice sharp as I barked into it. “John, get to my office. Now.” I hung up before he could reply, raking a hand through my hair as frustration crackled under my skin. The air felt thick, too quiet, too still, like it was waiting for the next blow.John stepped in a few minutes later, his eyes flicking over me. “What’s going on?”“I fucked up,” I said. “Miguel has refused to pick up my calls. I don’t even know if he will see me at this point.”John’s jaw ticked. “What do you need?”“I need you to go to Paul’s. Miguel’s probably with him.” I stepped closer. “Tell Miguel that I’m sorry. I’m coming to make it right. Get some flowers, I don’t know, maybe roses, lilies, or something that says, ‘I’m a jackass, but I love you.’ Got it?”John hesitated. “You think that’s gonna do anything? Flowers?”“I don’t care if it doesn’t. Just do it.” I pointed toward the door. “Now.”He gave a short nod and left, and I sank into my chair
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession A new start?
MIGUELPaul helped me load my duffel bag into the trunk of his car without saying much. There wasn’t much to say anyway. The early afternoon sun warmed the pavement, and the quiet between us was comfortable. He glanced at me once before sliding into the driver’s seat, waiting until I was buckled before starting the engine.He started driving, but the hesitation was obvious in him.“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asked again for what seemed like the nth time.I nodded and watched the buildings blur past. “Yeah. I need a reset.”Paul kept one hand on the wheel, the other tapping lightly against his thigh. “John seems decent. I still don’t know him, though.”“He’s credible,” I said. “He’s not like Salvatore. He listens.”Paul snorted. “That alone puts him ahead.”We fell into silence again. The roads stretched out, the houses thinning as we left the city behind. By the time we reached the outskirts of town, we were surrounded by open fields and the occasional worn-down shop or
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MIGUELSunlight cut through Paul’s curtains, landing across my face and dragging me out of sleep. My body ached, heavy with the weight of everything that happened the previous day. It was too early to start brooding over what put me in this position in Paul’s house, so I pushed all thoughts to the back of my mind. The smell of bacon hit me next. I sat up slowly and allowed the familiar quiet of Paul’s apartment to settle around me. The floor was cold beneath my feet as I pushed off the sheets and made my way toward the kitchen.Paul stood at the stove, barefoot, flipping bacon with a spatula. He didn’t look surprised to see me.“Morning,” I said, my voice scratchy and hoarse.He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. “Look who’s alive. Coffee is on the table. Plates will be set in two minutes.”I gave a quiet nod and sat down at the table, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. The silence wasn’t awkward. It never was with Paul. Something was calming about the way he moved, in the wa
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession A playground
KARLThe job wasn’t nearly as brutal as they made it out to be. Moving crates, stacking boxes, and pretending to care. It was all mechanical. The hard part wasn’t the labour, it was the act. Every day, I pulled on the same mask: Karl, the dependable guy. A boy with a quiet smile, a solid work ethic, no opinions, no complications. A man who blended in just enough to be forgotten.But that wasn’t me, not really.I slipped into the back corner of the warehouse, where the shadows bled into the cracks of the cinderblock walls and the air smelled like old oil and rusted steel. The buzz of forklifts and clanging metal softened to a low murmur. This was where the real work happened. The person who made the architectural structure of the warehouse did a really good job. Apart from the fact that it had lots of hidden areas, it allowed the public just enough to see the lies put out, but not enough to see too much. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the burner phone. The cheap phone was p
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession He's too emotional
SALVATOREI dragged my hands through my hair, tugging on the strands hard enough to sting. “Fuck!” The word ricocheted off the concrete walls of the office and I tugged harder on my hair. My chest rose and fell in ragged bursts.He always had to make everything a damn scene. He always had to perform.The door creaked behind me, followed by heavy footsteps and the scrape of boots against the floor. John stepped inside, taking one look at me and raising a brow like he already knew too much. “Boss,” he said cautiously, “what just went down? Miguel tore out of here like someone lit a fire under him.”I slumped into the chair behind my desk. The leather let out a weary groan beneath my weight. I stared at the dusty window. “He saw something and blew it out of proportion. Like always.” There was no need to say too much. I rubbed my temples. “You know how he is. Always assuming, never asking.”John leaned against the edge of the desk, folding his arms across his chest. “Did he see you an
My Stepfather's Deadly Obsession I loved you
MIGUELWhat in the actual fuck?Shock rooted me to the doorway, my breath catching like a blade in my throat. Salvatore’s lips were on Karl’s. Their bodies were too close, locked in an intimacy that wasn’t mine. My heart slammed against my ribs, echoing louder than my thoughts. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t blink. My eyes burned, cemented to the scene I was never meant to see.Salvatore. My Salvatore. The man who whispered in the dark that he loved me. The man who had dissected me like a lab experiment. Kissing Karl?I couldn’t breathe.I should have just stayed at home. I didn’t have to see this.This was what he always kept himself busy with.I took a step forward, my legs trembling under the weight of everything I wanted to say that couldn’t leave my lips.Salvatore’s lips were still wet with moisture from Karl’s. It made me… fucking mad!!!“Miguel,” Salvatore breathed like my name was a lifeline.My body moved faster than my mind. My hand shot out and cracked across Karl’s face. “
