Yandere Step-Mom-Chapter 46: Job

"Okay," Kiana whispered, brushing her hand down Liend’s back as she gently eased him onto the bed.

"Sleep now, baby." She smiled, pulling the sheet over him, tucking him in with quiet care.

"We’ve got a long day tomorrow," she said, standing and stepping toward the door. Her hand wrapped around the handle, but before leaving, she looked back—smiling, eyes glinting.

"Just you... and Mommy," she added with a wink.

Then she stepped out, pulling the door shut behind her with a soft click. The smile faded a little—as the door closed.

"It should be done by now..." Kiana muttered, as she made her way downstairs, her bare feet light on the wood.

She glanced toward the clock on the wall—3:00 AM.

Her phone was already lit up, vibrating silently on the side table. She picked it up, sliding a finger across the screen.

"Hello..." came a tired voice on the other end—low, groggy, not particularly motivated.

"Ren," Kiana said smoothly, her tone relaxed, casual—even as her gaze sharpened, landing on the glass panel on the side.

"Status?" she asked, voice even, as Ren exhaled heavily on the line.

"It’s..." Ren hesitated, his voice faltering.

"It’s done, ma’am," he said finally—though his tone had lost its earlier certainty.

Kiana’s expression didn’t change. Calm. Unreadable.

"And...?" she prompted.

There was a pause. A breath. Then Ren replied, voice low.

"The man..." Ren began, then corrected himself.

"The driver... actually—he killed himself."

Still, Kiana’s face didn’t flinch. No flicker of emotion—just still, poised, her gaze steady.

"Why?" she asked simply.

Ren took a breath, uncertain how to phrase it.

"He... couldn’t take it," he said at last.

"Not one of your usual boys, then?" Kiana asked, her voice smooth, but with a sharp undertone.

Ren rubbed his temple, exhaling hard before answering.

"The window—the time—it was short," Ren muttered. "We did what we could..." He paused. "He needed the money. Said his family was going through a rough patch. So he took what he could get."

He hesitated again.

"But...?" Kiana prompted, her tone cold but controlled.

"...He couldn’t take it," Ren finally admitted. "It was... bad. Gave him a piece, just in case he got followed."

Another pause. Then:

"The poor bastard waited. Sat there dazed while the ambulance came. Didn’t run. Didn’t move. Just stared at what he’d done... then pulled the trigger on himself."

Ren finished quietly, the weight of it all heavy in the silence that followed.

Kiana remained still, absorbing it.

"So..." she began, measured, "new boys do this often?"

She raised an eyebrow, expression unreadable. "I’ve never seen one fold like this."

Ren sighed. "It was nasty, ma’am. If we’d known how bad it would get, we’d have sent one of our own—seasoned. Not a civilian desperate for cash."

"Now we’ve got a gun out there... and a man with a bullet through his head," Ren muttered. "We’ve kept our hands clean—haven’t let much slip—kept the trail tight. But it could still lead... back to us."

Kiana listened in silence, letting the weight of his words settle. A few seconds passed before she cleared her throat, returning to focus.

"Alright. I’ll get the money to you—tomorrow," she said.

"And the fallout?" Ren asked, voice flat, but wary.

"Don’t worry," Kiana replied, steady. "I’ll handle it. I’ll make sure nothing traces back. No trouble for you."

Ren exhaled, the tension bleeding through the line.

"Fine..." he murmured, hesitating a moment before adding, "I’ve sent you a video."

"A video?" Kiana echoed, tone cautious.

"If you want to see how it played out..." he said, voice trailing.

There was a beat of silence. Then, just before the call ended, Ren’s voice came through once more—softer.

"She... was a young girl."

Beep. Beep.

The line cut.

"Haa..." Kiana exhaled, still holding the phone in her hand. She stood there for a moment, trying to steady herself before unlocking the screen.

"Here..." she murmured, scrolling through her messages. She tapped open the chat—Ren’s thread—then the video. A small notification hovered at the top: Auto-delete after playback.

She hit play.

The footage began. The vehicle moved precisely as planned—clean execution, just like their jobs required.

But the moment it hit... and what came after...

Kiana’s eyes stiffened. Her fingers trembled. She couldn’t keep watching. Halfway through, she locked the phone and set it down, face-down on the table.

Without a word, she turned and walked toward her room.

In the bathroom, she twisted the faucet—full.

Cupping her hands, she splashed water onto her face—once, twice—and again.

Gasping softly, she shut the tap and grabbed the towel nearby, pressing it hard against her face.

"Haa..." she breathed into the fabric, then pulled it away. Composed now, she stepped out, making her way up the stairs.

She opened the door to Liend’s room and slipped inside, closing it behind her.

The window beside his bed had been left open, allowing the cool night air to drift in. Pale moonlight pooled onto the bed, bathing the room in soft, silvery hues. It was dark otherwise, quiet.

Kiana paused for a moment in the doorway, then stepped forward—toward him.

"Liend..." she whispered softly, trying to stir him awake—but he didn’t respond.

Kiana sighed, then stepped closer, sitting gently by the side of the bed. For a while, she just watched him—eyes calm, fixed on the slow, steady rhythm of his breathing. There was a quiet peace in it, something that softened her gaze.

Finally, a small smile formed on her lips.

She leaned in, wrapping her arms around him, gently turning his body to the side—face-up. The bedsheet shifted and bunched beneath him, and with a light tug, Kiana pulled it—setting it aside.

Then, with care, she slipped in—beside him.

Shifting beneath the sheet, she let out a soft, drawn-out exhale—her body settling, perfectly aligned atop his.Her face lowered gently onto his chest, the thick robe she wore doing little to hide the soft press of her bare breasts against his sleeping form. The warmth between them deepened, her breaths syncing with his unconscious rhythm.

A quiet hiss escaped her lips—soft, aching—before she whispered:

"This is why..." she breathed, "I need you, Liend."

"To keep Mommy... grounded. Give me a reason to be."

Her eyes lingered on his face, searching it, memorizing every contour in the dim light—until, slowly, the stillness of the night wrapped around her.

Under the pale hush of night, Kiana drifted off, still atop him—sleep taking her quietly, wrapped in the warmth of his body.