All Chapters of I’m My Step Brothers Obsession (Mafia Saga): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Rose's PovThe air in the basement was thick, suffocating, as we huddled together in the small, dimly lit corner. My mind raced, heart pounding in my chest, but every time I thought we were making progress, every time I thought we had a chance to escape, it was ripped away from us. The feeling of being trapped was more than just physical—it was suffocating, the walls closing in, the weight of knowing that no matter how hard we tried, we were always just one step away from freedom.Janelle, her eyes filled with fear yet burning with a stubborn resolve, stood beside me, her hand gripping mine tightly. Richelle, still dazed and weak but nevertheless was trying her best to stay on her feet. Her breath came in ragged, shallow gasps, and I could see the exhaustion etched in every line of her face. The strength in her had almost been completely drained, but I refused to let her break. I refused to let them take her from us.“We can’t stop,” I whispered to Janelle, voice trembling, but steady

Rose's PovThis is who Jace has always been. This is what he does. He doesn’t just inflict pain on his victims; he twists and contorts everything around them, making sure everyone who loves them suffers too. He drags us into his hell, making us part of the torment. I should’ve known. I should’ve seen it sooner. Ever since his father took him away for those two weeks—I hadn’t seen him, hadn’t heard from him. When he came back... he wasn’t the same. He was darker, crueler. It was like a switch had flipped inside of him. And everything about him had become a weapon, pointed straight at anyone who cared enough to get close."Well, this is going to teach you to not defy me," Jace sneers, his words venomous. He’s so cold, so far gone, that it’s like he’s not even human anymore. The sickening sound of his voice cuts through the air, and I can feel the weight of it pressing down on me. As I try to get to my feet, a wave of helplessness crashes over me. My chest tightens, but Richelle’s voice c

Rose’s POVThe room still smelled like cold sweat and fear, lingering in my nostrils even though I was free of it now. After being locked away in that torture room for what felt like eternity, I was finally allowed to roam the house without his watchful eyes hovering over me. But something was wrong. It felt like I was still trapped, only now, the cage was invisible, its bars woven in the lies and secrets surrounding me. For three weeks, I thought I’d escaped, but I was still bound by something much darker.Three Hours Before:Janelle rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Really, Rose? Oh my god," she groaned, facepalming in frustration.I threw my arms up in the air dramatically. "Well, what else do we do, Einstein?" The words tumbled out, sharper than I intended, but everything felt so heavy in that moment—like the walls were closing in on us.Richelle, who had been quietly observing, sighed deeply, clearly exhausted from the weight of everything. "I hate to say it, Janelle, but Rose is rig

Rose’s POV:I sit motionless on the edge of the bed, my mind a whirlwind of confusion, disbelief, and heartbreak. Everything feels surreal, like I’m watching my life unravel from a distance. Nothing feels real anymore, least of all the man I thought I knew—the man I let myself care for, Ryder. The one who made me feel safe, at least for a moment.But that safety was a lie. Ryder… he’s not who I thought he was. He’s a murderer. And he’s a part of a world that I can’t even begin to understand—a world where violence, betrayal, and death are just part of the game. My heart aches as the weight of the truth sinks in. He killed Felicity. My cousin. My family.My thoughts swirl, crashing into each other like violent waves, and I can’t breathe. The shock of it all is suffocating, too much to bear. The man I let myself start to trust has blood on his hands. How could I not have seen it? How could I have been so blind?Janelle’s voice shatters the silence. "Rose! Rose, talk to me!"But I can’t. I

Rose's Pov:I look at Leah, and my breath catches in my throat. My chest tightens as my eyes take in the sight of her—broken, battered, unrecognizable. I slowly stumble out of bed, my legs shaking beneath me. The image of her in that wheelchair, her legs encased in casts, bruises covering her body, feels like a punch to my gut."What happened to you?!" My voice cracks as I rush toward her, panic and fear flooding my senses. I want to fix it, but I don’t even know where to begin.She laughs, but it’s hollow. A bitter sound that doesn’t even seem to belong to her. "You know the usual..." she says, as if it’s something trivial, but I can see the pain in her eyes. It’s suffocating.'Fucking Jace!' I think to myself, the rage bubbling up in my chest."Why?" I whisper, barely able to form the word. I need to understand. I need to know how she ended up like this.She wheels herself closer to the bed, her movements slow, as if every inch of movement is a battle. I sit back down, and she follow