Stepbrother's Secrets (A New Adult Forbidden Romance) by Stephanie Brother Read Free Book Online

the window, stands to one side, and peeks through the curtain.
    "Shit," he exclaims jumping up and down.
    "What?" Jesus asks.
    "Cops. Crap ton of them. Damn man, you said this was in and out. That he had a big stash here!"
    "He does!" Jesus yells. He moves a little more to my side. "What's it going to take old man?"
    Jesus runs the gun down the side of my face. I sob, my chest wracked with pain. Fear makes it hard to inhale a deep breath. The gun runs down my neck then between my breasts pushing my shirt in and pulling the fabric tight. Marcos stares at him and if looks could kill I'd be fine but it's not working.
    "Leave her be Jesus," Marcos says. "There's no money here. There are no drugs here. Do not make this worse for yourself."
    "Worse? You pushed my father to disown me! He kicked me out. What am I supposed to do? I got nothing."
    "Shit Jesus, they got a damn tank or something!" white boy yells from the window.
    "Damn it," Jesus says pressing the gun against my chest hard enough to bruise.
    A loud sound comes from outside the room and up the stairs. The three hostage takers look at each other.
    "What was that?" the black boy asks.
    "Go check it out," Jesus orders.
    "Shit, 'kay," he says.
    He works his way to the door placing himself against the wall with his gun in front of his face just like an action hero in a movie. Then he jumps around the corner with the gun held on its side in front of him looking up the stairs. His hand shakes as he stands there then he looks back over to Jesus.
    "It's clear."
    "Go upstairs. Where's the bitch? She must be up there," Jesus says.
    The black boy nods and disappears from sight. Jesus moves the gun back and forth between my breasts. He's breathing heavily looking around the room. He mutters to himself but I can't make out the words over my own heart beat pounding in my ears.
    "They got one of them armored trucks man," the white boy at the window says.
    "Well good for them! What the hell are we going to do?" Jesus says.
    "Lay down your guns and walk away," Marcos says. "You're in too deep now. Turn yourself in."
    Jesus whirls around pointing the gun at Marcos.
    "You shut up! You don't tell me what to do, not anymore!"
    "I told your father you were worthless. You're no man. Threatening a woman? What kind of man does that?"
    "Shut up!" Jesus yells. "How many families have you ordered killed?"
    Marcos smiles at him. "Put the gun down and I'll see to it you get an easy sentence."
    "You'll do shit old man. This is all your fault. Yours and that damn Jake. Your surprise bastard. I was supposed to inherit. Not him! Not him, ME!"
    "You'll inherit nothing. You are weak. A user. Now roll over and lie down like the dog you are."
    Something thuds on the stairs and all of us jump and Jesus' gun goes off. The bullet ricochets off of something making a zinging sound. I scream.
    "The fuck was that?" Jesus screams. "Go! Check it out!"
    The white kid by the window shakes as he looks at Jesus. Jesus points the gun at him and motions towards the door. He closes his eyes and mutters something then makes his way over. He peeks around the corner then pulls his head back paler than he was before.
    "It's Jamal! I think he's dead!"
    "Shit! Who the hell did that?"
    "Probably my wife, who is more of a man than you are," Marcos taunts Jesus.
    Jesus storms towards him in a rage. His arms waving around crazily the gun points in all directions as he screams unintelligible words at his Uncle. The white boy watches terrified. His eyes are wide and his mouth hangs open as he dances from one foot to the next. Jesus swings at Marcos with the pistol cracking him against his skull with a sickening thud. Marcos' head swings to the side then back coming to a rest with his chin on his chest. Blood pours down the side of his head.
    "There old man! I'm not useless now am I!" Jesus sputters.
    I start to slide out of the chair to try and crawl away. I have to get out of here. This is devolving fast. Something clatters into the