All Chapters of My Stepbrother and His Friend: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

POSEIDON POVSomething was wrong. I couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but there was something that was quite out of place. You know, that tactile sense of something being utterly wrong, but you don't know what it was. I couldn't quite shake off the feeling and it was unnerving.I have recently felt things I never knew I was capable of feeling, emotions that had me wondering about all the things in this life that could have led me to this moment. It took the greatest amount of soul searching and introspection to come to some ground level and finally agree with myself that I was an A-class asshole. And this time, I meant it. And it’s funny because it took my favorite person hating my guts to come to those terms. And right now I was still battling with the idea of just… letting go. Everyone’s right hey. I don’t deserve Pierre.And as much as I hated to admit it, the truth was staring at me with a big 'i told you so' smirk. And I hated it. I was just about to leave for the hunt

PIERRE POVThe tension was louder than the crackling of the wood in the raging fire, slicing through the air with a sound much rowdier than the plastic wraps when they collided with the hard, carpeted floor. I was shaking and still spooked from what had just happened, and I fell back to the couch like a dead weight of muscles and bones. I had an unmistakable thrum on two sides of my head, the adrenalin wearing off leaving my body tingling and my pulse skyrocketing. My eyes were snapped so wide that air felt like the tips of the dirty toothpick that kept pricking my eyeballs. I have never seen Sebastian so angry before. Forget about Queen B and her extensions that were plucked out, she brought THAT to herself. Even Poseidon’s charade of saving the damsel in distress was pretty much predicted. We saw it in a mile. One for sure was that she was not going to let her be wronged, not while he was there and still breathing. Poseidon may bang his fist against the ground and proclaim that

PIERRE POV“YOU KNEW?” The betrayal in Gabriel’s voice was a living entity that wrapped its fingers around my throat. A dull ache unfurled in my stomach, bloating me and filling me with hot air. I ballooned with pain and all the horrible things I could ever think of, but what I hated the most was the fact that all the anger seemed to be directed elsewhere, at my mom.Probably because she was an easy target and the nearest to feel the scorching heat of Gabriel’s wrath. It was so justified for him to be angry, but being angry at my mom made no sense. She did not play matchmaker and prepared a bed full of roses for Poseidon and I. Hell, she was just as shocked when she found out about our affaire du cœur. Talk about unfairness if you know one. “All this time, you knew that this wench has been sleeping with my son, in my fuckin’ house Adelaide, and you did not think of letting me know?” Cold fingers of fear and pain raked the length of my spine, a shiver rolling through my entire be

SEBASTIAN POVSomebody once said; “if you love something, let it go. If it was meant to be, it will come back to you.”I guess it’s time to test the theory. ~~~PIERRE POVThere were a few rules I set for myself following the whole Poseidon escapade.Never be in the same room with the blue-eyed monster, unchaperoned. Never let my heart dwell on the hurt of the past. Never let my heart flutter upon the vicinity of a said somebody. I have had my fair share of heartbreak that I needed something to keep me in check. Heck, I was not even 18 yet, though I knew all there was to know about bleeding hearts and chest pains. I was doing pretty fine keeping myself in the lane with the thoughts of Sebastian accompanying me all the way. That was all until my meeting with Gabriel. Yeah well, he was really the blood of Poseidon. They do say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.Something about them just had to disrupt anything peaceful. It was as if peace was not allowed to be anywhere in

PIERRE POV“SANTA WAS HEREEEEEEEEEEE. WAKE UP.” My room filled with mom’s screams as she threw herself at the foot of my bed. I fought a deep groan and took a pillow before hiding my head under it. “PUKIE COME ON. Don’t be a buzzkill.” She got to her feet before throwing herself on my side, rocking the bed for a few seconds. She scooted closer to me and hugged me, then laid her head at my back right where my neck meets my shoulders. “Poseidon told me about what happened.” I swallowed at her whispered words.“I am sorry baby.” She moved her hand up and down my arm, and a rampage of emotions slammed into my chest.For the first time since it happened, I felt something. Tears trickled down my eyes and onto the surface of the bed. I tried fighting them, but they kept coming.Mom held me in her arms until the last teardrop fell. And when the ache pacified, she ran me a bath and waited for me to freshen up.We joined Gabe and Poseidon in the lounge and sat under the tree before unwrappi