Semua Bab MY STEPBROTHER'S RETURN: Bab 51 - Bab 60

The night screams with silence and dread—the loneliness I have never felt before. I sit up on the bed, my back leaning against the bed as I stare at the blank walls of this room. I miss her so much. I curse the fact that she had to spend the night in that cold, dirty place. And I curse that bastard for pulling such a long one on us. How dare he do this to Bella? Up until now, I respected Bella’s decision to let her handle that moronic son of a motherfucker on her own. But not anymore. This bastard will know that he messed with the wrong person. Nobody messes with my woman and goes scott-free. I will show him what it means to mess with someone that is not even yours. Someone that you should not dream of. I can’t believe that Jerk has the guts to hurt her after everything he has reaped from her. Sick bastard! I would blow his brains out if it wasn’t a crime!Suddenly, I hear a loud knock at the door that jerks me up from the bed. It is not a polite knock but a heavy, aggressive one. An

She tried breaking the kiss, but she couldn’t. Every time she tried to say something between the kisses, she found her words going down her throat as she swallowed Leon’s tasty saliva as the kiss grew deep and intense.The kiss lasted for a long moment, each lost at the hang of the steamy moment. His hands found her breaths, playing with them gently, drawing her deeper into the steam, but with caution. When they broke the kiss, Leon’s arms encircled Rina, rubbing her back in a sweet, soothing motion. Rina seemed relaxed.Leon took the change and spoke, his gaze melting in hers, but something lay beneath it. Something that no one could tell what it was. “You and I are a team. And we do so well without these arguments and threats, my beautiful Rina.” He kissed her again, and she welcomed the kiss, like she had always been.Even when she felt like the kiss had a different meaning, she had never been strong enough to resist it. And that night was no exception.“We just have to pull one mo

THIRD PERSON’S POVJoe’s phone flushed after he had dropped the call with David. He fished it out. It was a message from the family attorney.“Let’s meet at the station in thirty.” the message read.Joe wasted no second anymore. The thoughts of Janie and the blackmail were tossed at the back of his mind as he grabbed his jacket and limped out of the house.The ride to the police station was tense, the silence allowing him to pick up the raging storms curbing him. Checking his phone, David had sent only 500,000. He still had to look for one million. And time was ticking by so fast.He arrived at the police station and parked the car, jumping out right after. His heart thudded as he anticipated having Bella in his arms once again, but also the fear of Bella learning of the blackmail accelerated his heartbeats.Before he could walk inside, his phone buzzed again in his pocket. He took it out, and opened yet another message.‘7 hours! Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock!’ Janie.He greeted his teeth,

THREE DAYS LATER.THE STORY GOES BACK TO BELLA'S POV FROM THIS POINT. I WILL INCLUDE OTHER CHARACTER'S POVS WHERE NECESSARY.A striking pain rushes through my body as I peel my eyes. Every part of my body aches, my skin stinging with the raw pains of burns and bruises. My mind feels so foggy, and I feel so disoriented. I can't even twist my head. I lay flat on a mattress, but not on my own bed.A tall, semispherical house? This quietness? Where am I?I raise one hand, the only part of me that seems to be able to move without much struggle, and I realize that I have wounds and burns, all covered in crushed and smeared leaves. I drop the hand, almost screaming with pain as it rests on my side.I shut my eyes a little, and tears start flowing down as the last memories of my existence before now come crumbling down on me in waves.The arrest... Leon's threat... the ambush, the fall, the fire...My chest tightens, making breathing so difficult for me. The terrifying sounds of gunfire are

With insatiable hunger and desire, we kiss and kiss and kiss, every stroke of the tongue conveying how we both longed for this. Soft moans of pleasure and satisfaction fill the room; the dance of our tongues reaches climax. My frail body is trembling beneath him with more desire. The fire is building so high. I yearn for more. I can feel that he wants more too.But the reality of where we are somehow slaps our sixth sense. We both pull away, his forehead resting on mine as we struggle to steady our breathing.We are Montanas, a name that is known all over the world. These people might be living in the woods, but it does not mean that they don’t listen to news. They might have a clue of who we really are, which is why they have not inquired about us. And if they know that we are siblings and then walk in on us chewing each other’s lips, we will be in a hot soup. Our dirty little secret will yet again be exposed to another party.“I need to get better so that we can get out of here,” Jo