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NOW YOU DECIDE TO BE A GOOD LITTLE GIRL AND LISTEN!

[I called after her and punched the wall beside me to get my anger out; someone out there had violated my trust. She didn't have friends, or any at all to my knowledge. Was it someone from the crew? They were dead as soon as I figure them out.]
January 13, 2026 at 2:41 PM
[The smirk had faded into a sneer, my upper lip twitching going through a list of assholes in my head. My fists balled at my sides.)

WHO-THE-FUCK-WAS-IT?
January 13, 2026 at 2:36 PM
I'd kill him before 'he' even tried.
Question is, would you even want to? As far as I know, you're dead inside.

[I laughed, smirking at her.]
January 13, 2026 at 2:31 PM
I swear to God...

[I began to say but instead of finishing that thought, I simply remain still and savored this moment with Calista we would be apart for a while, and I'd miss her smart mouth. Her little jab did nothing but make me laugh.]

I pity the fool that marries you.
January 13, 2026 at 2:26 PM
[I gazed down into my little sister's eyes; they reminded me of mom so much. Also, her stubbornness too. I cupped both sides of her face and leaned in before speaking.]

You're the most frustrating little sister in the world, but I love you. So, for once, listen to Kane and do as you're told.
January 13, 2026 at 2:19 PM
[I couldn't' help but smirk at her remark and found myself hugging her back. Perhaps we cared more about each other than we liked to admit, she was an intolerable asshole at times, but so was I. I pressed my lips to the top of her head.]

Sure, kid, whatever you say.
January 13, 2026 at 2:13 PM
[She irked my nerves on a daily basis but today was a special kind of annoyance. I took a step toward her like a magnet being pulled toward her. Perhaps it was the twin-thing-between us but often bothered me to no end.]

Cece, please, I can't lose you...too. I promise to check in daily. Deal?
January 13, 2026 at 2:06 PM
Stop with the bitch persona, it's not you, Cece. I'm your big brother and I'm doing this for your own good. Now behave or I'll be forced to use other methods.
January 13, 2026 at 1:55 PM
I can get Jose to do the job instead of Kane. Wanna test me?
January 13, 2026 at 1:51 PM
You should be packing for Figi, not socializing.
January 13, 2026 at 1:46 PM
My men dispersed and got into their positions awaiting my signal. Tonight, Demelio will finally meet his end. The blood that spills never ends, there will alway be more bodies stacked toward success.

To be continued...
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
the plan, each of my men offering their opinions.

"Sir, we will get her out alive. We are loyal to the Cabot's."

It as a sweet gesture but I didn't have time for sweet, AL Capone was nothing compared to the massacre that was ahead. Marcus would die and by my hand alone...

"Get to work!"
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
pulled up, with the grey signa indicating it was my arsenal of deadly weapon's. They parked and got out in groups surrounding me. "What's the plan boss?" Jose asked and that recognizable sneer lifted at the corner of my mouth, the one that Cece hated most surfaced. I moved in close, as I devised >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
us in this mess to begin with and she never let me forget it. I smirked at the memory of her lecture a couple of days ago, which made me spiral and Jessica provided comfort, a distraction that took me away from this mess. I tucked the colt in the back of my waist and shut the trunk, three SUV's >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
The line went dead, dropping my arm and shifting my stance as I walked to the back of my car. I am popped the truck grabbing my Colt. 22 Rimfire Pistol, cocking the hammer back to prepare for my kill. When it came to Cece, she was my blood and thinking straight was never my forte, it's what got >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
in the first place that caused the murder of my parents, by Marcus Demelio. That fucker would have his organs removed one by one by my hand; it was only a matter of time.

"It's time, isn't it?" He asked on the first ring.

"Yes." I sighed softly.
"Kane, make sure she doesn't escape."

"Promise."
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
and his interest in men didn't hinder that for me. I was certain that Kane would put his life on the line for Cece but convincing her that she was being taken to a secure location might be a tough pill to swallow. The fact was she was my own family left. It was my recklessness >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
could count on him to handle Cece, at least she favored him more than anyone. They'd become close a few summers ago, bonding over pretty things, needless to say he came out to her as gay and helped him unfold to the rest of the crew. Personally, the whole thing was dramatic but, I cared about him >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
foolish sister got caught up in this chaos with me. I was the bigger fools for allowing her to even partake, but she was a spiffy little firecracker and even though we argued like crazy, I loved her. More than I'd ever tell her. I parked near the river, getting out my cell and dialing Kane. I >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
hung up. My head was shifting between inflicting brutal pain to what Jessica's face must have looked like when Rico broke the news. There were more fish in the sea and yet part of me wished that I could keep at least one person in my life without sacrificing all the time. It was bad enough that >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
down was surfacing.

"Alright listen up, fuckface. Gather all my best men. Arm them to the fucking nines. Tell them to meet me two blocks away from Marcus'. Oh and Jose, DON'T FUCK THIS UP OR I WILL HAVE YOUR FUCKING SPINE!" I could hear him swallow the fear over the receiver and quickly >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
traffic. Every second that went by, my sister's life hung in the balance. If that motherfucker would have never sent his son to die, we wouldn't be in this mess. We could have worked something out, business wise. White knuckles caught my attention realizing that the side that I kept buried deep >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM
he picked up on the first ring.

"Boss."

"Where is she?"

"Marcus has her."

"Mind, fucking telling me how the fuck he got her?"

He took a long pause, as if preparing to lose more than just his job. "We reviewed the camera. It was the driver."

I clenched my jaw, as I sped through the chaotic >>
January 12, 2026 at 9:55 PM