Lahat ng Kabanata ng Break Me Apart (MxM): Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

JAYCE BECKETT I slammed my fist into the wall, the crunch of my knuckles against the hard wall a stark release for the fury brewing inside me. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" I hissed angrily, my voice hoarse with frustration, as I clenched my fist, the pain radiating up my arm a welcome distraction. "Why did I have to go and act like a damned fool?" I half-yelled, my words tumbling out in a torrent of self-loathing. "Why did I have to get all squirrely and suspicious? Why did I freak out and haul ass like my pants were on fire?" I paced back and forth, my feet pounding the floor in time with my racing heart. My mind replayed the scene, each detail etched in my memory like a bad tattoo. I cringed, reliving the embarrassment and anger. I spun around, my fist flying toward the wall again, but this time I caught myself, my arm trembling with restrained fury. I took a deep breath, the air shuddering into my lungs, and let it out slowly, trying to calm the storm raging inside m

JAYCE BECKETT As soon as I slid into the driver's seat of Renato's car, he barked out an order. "Turn on the music." I grumbled under my breath, "Yes, boss," and pressed the button to fill the car with the smooth, sultry sounds of a classic Italian song.My gaze drifted to the rearview mirror, where I watched Renato's fingers tap an agitated rhythm on his thigh as he stared out the window. His face was a mask of fury, his eyes blazing with a fire that made my gut twist with unease. I wondered what had sparked his anger. Shouldn't I be the one seething with rage?Renato's actions in the bathroom still had my mind reeling. He'd sneaked up on me, his presence a cold, calculated reminder that he could do as he pleased, whenever he pleased. And to drive the point home, he'd had some guy go down on him right in the open, in front of me, a twisted display of power and control that had left me feeling raw and exposed.It fucking pissed me off.Renato's bark cut through the air, making me

JAYCE BECKETT Gillian Owens.I had never wanted to remember that name again. The mere mention of it made my blood run cold. I never wanted to recall the face behind that monstrous name, the face that haunted my every waking moment for years. I never wanted to relive the incident that shattered my life, that stole my parents lives, and my sister's sanity. It had taken me ten long, arduous years to forget, to push the memories deep into the recesses of my mind. But it only took one fake ID to unleash the horrors, to bring the memories flooding back like a tsunami.The drive back home was a blur, my vision obscured by tears that streamed down my face like rain. I drove on autopilot, my heart heavy with grief, as the images assaulted me. Imagine if my sister, clutching her tattered dress, her eyes wide with terror as she tried to jump down from the crossover bridge, trying to take her own life because of what Gillian Owens did to her. Something she could never live with.The sound o

JAYCE BECKETT After Cole left the previous night, I was left alone with my thoughts, and sleep proved elusive.I spent hours poring over the open files of the Marino family, devouring every detail of their crime records. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that exhaustion finally claimed me.I hadn't set an alarm, seeing no need to rush into the day. So, when my phone shattered the silence, blaring loudly in the early morning hours, I was taken aback."Cole, I swear, if you're the one blowing up my phone with these calls, I'm going to murder you," I grumbled, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I lazily reached for my phone on the nightstand, my hand closing around it just as the ringing stopped. I let out a sigh of relief, thinking the interruption was over.But my reprieve was short-lived. The phone sprang to life again, shrill ringing piercing the air. I didn't bother checking the caller ID; I already knew it had to be Cole. He was my only friend, and I couldn't think of

JAYCE BECKETT Getting a hard-on inside Renato's car, parked in the underground garage of a mafia-infested mansion in Vineyard Hills, probably wasn't the smartest idea.The fading scent of Renato Marino lingered in the car, messing with my head. It wrapped around my throat, and my cock was caught in its grip. I shouldn't be getting turned on while on a mission, but my cock seemed to have a mind of its own. I couldn't blame it, though - the lack of sex had been really screwing with both of our heads."Stay in the car and wait here for me. Don't even think of getting out of the car. Be a good boy and follow my orders." That was all Renato said to me before disappearing into that scary-looking mansion about three hours ago. There has been no sign of him since, and I haven't received any signal that might indicate what's going on inside.I wanted to go inside, hoping to gather some information. However, Renato's earlier warning to stay in the car seemed personal, as if he was trying to