Living with my PORNSTAR sisters-Chapter 33: The Darkness

Blair was in the hospital.

Back at the hotel, Raven pulled Leo aside in the dimly lit hallway. "She cut her wrists," she said quietly. "They found her in time, but—"

Leo didn’t hear another word. He was already moving—fast—toward the exit, keys in hand, engine roaring before the door even closed behind him.

Within an hour, he was at the hospital, rushing toward the reception desk.

At the hospital reception desk, he slammed both palms down.

"Where is she? Where is Blair...?"

The woman at the desk flinched. "W–who...? L-let me check..."

His red-rimmed eyes glared into hers.

Unable to bear the intensity of his stare, she quickly pointed down the corridor, silent.

Leo strode straight to the room. Outside the door, a doctor emerged, chart in hand.

"Is she okay?" Leo’s tone was desperate.

"She’s stable," the doctor said. "She lost a lot of blood, but she’ll pull through. She just needs rest... and someone who will actually take care of her."

Leo’s jaw tightened. "Can I see her?"

The doctor looked him over—his wild eyes, his trembling hands—then gave a small nod.

"Yes. But keep it short."

Leo pushed through the door.

He dropped to his knees beside the bed before he even reached her, seizing her pale hands and pressing frantic kisses across her knuckles, her wrists, and the fresh bandages.

Tears streamed down his cheeks—he couldn’t stop them.

He buried his face in the sheets, his shoulders shaking with silent, broken sobs.

"L... Leo?" Her voice was faint, fragile.

"Yes—yes, blair, I’m here." He squeezed her hand tighter, thumb stroking over the gauze.

"I’m... I’m sorry, Leo. I can’t... I can’t do this anymore."

"What are you saying? You can. You have to—for me."

Tears slipped down from her eyes . "Leo... I’m not well."

"You are," he insisted, forcing a smile through the tears. "You’re going to be fine."

"I hallucinate," she whispered. "People outside my door at midnight. When I’m alone. They wait... for me to open it. And then they do awful things. I know they’re not real, but—"

"Hallucinate...?"

Leo’s breath caught. He rose quickly, leaning over her, and pressed a firm kiss to her forehead.

"Blair... I’m so sorry."

He kissed her again. "I didn’t listen. I didn’t hear you. But now I know what’s happening."

Another kiss brushed her forehead.

"From this moment on, no one—not even ghosts—will ever hurt you again. I swear it."

Blair looked up at him, her eyes glassy but softening. A smile curved her lips.

"I know," she whispered. "I love you, Leo."

"I love you more than my life," he said.

He stepped out into the hallway, the hospital door closing softly behind him. The lights buzzed overhead as he pressed the phone to his ear.

"Sasha. Where were you at last midnight?"

There was a pause on the other end.

"Uh... in my room. Sleeping. Why?"

Leo’s jaw tightened.

"Good. Where’s Lana?"

"Here. Raven too."

Leo exhaled slowly, his grip tightening around the phone.

"Perfect. Now listen carefully." His voice dropped, cold and deliberate. "None of you were outside Blair’s door at last midnight. Yes or no."

"...No. None of us."

Leo’s eyes darkened.

"Excellent. Thanks."

"Wait—Leo, what’s going on—?"

His voice cut through the line like steel.

"I just found the motherfucker."

A silence fell.

Leo glanced back toward Blair’s hospital room, his expression hardening.

"I’m bringing Blair home."

"But she’s still—"

"I know." His voice dropped to a quiet promise.

"Trust me."

He hung up, drew a long breath, then dialed another number.

"N-Kin Dummy Shop? Yeah. I need one. Full size. Now."

An hour later, Leo returned.

Blair was cradled in his arms, a hospital sheet draped over her from head to toe like a shroud.

Raven, Sasha, and Lana rushed toward him.

"Why is she covered like that?"

"She wanted to sleep," Leo said sharply. "No disturbances. She needs rest—alone. In her room. We’ll talk to her tomorrow."

They hesitated, exchanging uneasy glances.

Leo walked past them without another word.

He kicked Blair’s bedroom door open and gently laid her on the bed. For a moment, he simply stood there.

Then he leaned down and kissed her forehead one last time.

The light clicked off.

Leo stepped out and closed the door.

In his own room, Leo lay back on the bed, staring at the empty walls.

"Tomorrow morning," he muttered into the darkness, "I’ll complain about those people who creep out of their rooms at night... walking around like maniacs."

He pulled the sheet over his head.

"Don’t they ever sleep?"

Blair’s door had been left slightly ajar.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Slow.

Careful.

The door creaked open wider.

A shadow appeared first.

Then a man slipped inside.

He looked to be in his late thirties. Glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, and a soft belly strained against his shirt. A gold badge glinted faintly on the white fabric.

He licked his lips

"I knew you’d come back," he whispered, voice thick with anticipation. "Now you won’t resist. I’m going to fuck you all over—"

He lunged onto the bed.

His stomach met something hard. "Agh—bones? You’ve got bones, Blair?" He laughed low. "I like skinny anyway."

He ripped the sheet away.

Underneath—

a blank-faced mannequin.

Suddenly, every light in the room snapped on.

Leo stood in the doorway, a metal bat already gripped in both hands.

He stepped inside.

The door shut behind him with a heavy click.

Lock.

Leo’s eyes burned as they fixed on the man.

"I knew it was you... Hotel Manager Kim."

The man scrambled backward, eyes wide behind smudged lenses.

Leo held up a tiny camera between thumb and finger. "I knew if I told the girls I was bringing Blair home, they’d hesitate—maybe even argue. But you? You’d know. Because you’ve been watching. Listening." He smashed a nearby vase; a small microphone tumbled out among the shards. "God knows how many more you planted."

Kim laughed—shaky, defiant. "So what? You beat me? You can’t do shit in my hotel. Yeah, I wanted to fuck your little whore. Just like you do. Is that a crime?"

Leo tilted his head. "I can’t touch you. That’s true. But what if your wife finds out? Your kids? The whole world?"

He patted his shirt pocket. "I’ve been recording you too."

Kim stumbled back until his shoulders hit the wall. "No... no..."

"Look at me, Mr. Kim." Leo dropped to one knee, his voice calm and composed, almost gentle. "There’s nothing left for you now. Jail—maybe a few years. But your reputation? Gone. Everything you built? Dust. And in prison... people like you don’t last long. Remember that crackhead case last month? The one who fucked his cellmates then killed them? That’s just the surface."

Kim’s breathing hitched.

"Your wife, your kids, your mother, your staff, society—they won’t forgive you. Not a shred. And you can’t do a damn thing about it. This is reality, Kim. This is it."

The man’s eyes darted to the open balcony doors. "Then... what do I do?"

A wide, cold grin spread across Leo’s face. "I’ll make sure your family stays safe. Your wife, I saw her photo... not gonna lie, she’s goddamn hot—"Don’t worry about her. I’ll take very good care of her... especially that sweet ass. Sorry. "But your kids... your old mother?"He gave a slow shrug.

"They’ll remain untouched."

His eyes hardened. "All you have to do... is end the suffering before it ends you."

He nodded toward the balcony.

"Jump."

Kim stared, the realization hitting him like hell itself had just opened beneath his feet. He took one step. Then another.

"Take care of them," he whispered. "God forgive me."

He stepped over the railing.

A wet crunch echoed from below. Instant. Loud.

Leo didn’t look down.

He simply turned off the lights, closed the door, and walked away.

"Good fucking night."