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2026-08-15 18:47:56
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Accidentally Marked By My Mafia Stepfather How you taught me
Danny's POV I ignored him entirely. “Your precious grandson decided he wanted to cook dinner for me!” Granny stared at him. Then she looked at me. Then she slowly looked back at him. “You... cooked?” Chad let out a heavy sigh, leaning back against the cushions. “I attempted to.” I nearly fell against his shoulder laughing. “Attempted?! Granny, the entire kitchen was billowing black smoke! I genuinely thought the west wing was on fire!” Noah let out an undisguised snort from his chair. Granny covered her mouth with a manicured hand, but her amused chuckles escaped anyway. “Oh, my goodness! The mighty Godfather, defeated by a simple frying pan!” “Mother,” Chad warned dryly, a faint flush touching his neck. That only made Granny laugh harder. I wiped a tear gathering at the corner of my eye. “And the four chefs were standing around watching him like they were attending his funeral!” “Danny!” Chad grumbled, nudging my side. “What? It's the literal truth!” Noah sho
Accidentally Marked By My Mafia Stepfather Traumatized Cooks
Danny’s POV I stared at the black smoke still rising in lazy curls from the ruined cast-iron skillet on the island. Then I looked at the four professional chefs standing frozen around the kitchen like they were attending a high-society funeral. Finally, my gaze landed straight on my husband. Chadwick Rodriguez. The feared Mafia Godfather. The man who could make grown, ruthless men tremble with a single, icy look. Standing in the middle of a smoke-filled room, covered head-to-toe in raw flour and burnt grease. I burst out laughing. “Chad!” I gasped, holding my bump as I walked down the remaining stairs toward him. “Don't tell me you were actually trying to cook!” His dark eyes flicked over to me, his broad shoulders tensing as an intensely, painfully awkward expression washed over his handsome, soot-streaked face. “I... I wanted to make something nice for you,” he stuttered out, coughing slightly into his sleeve. I nearly lost my mind right then and there. Oh, my go
Accidentally Marked By My Mafia Stepfather Chad is cooking
Chad’s POV (Continued)Specifically, he had rambled for two weeks straight about wanting a giant, greasy bacon cheeseburger, crispy seasoned fries, and warm, gooey chocolate chip cookies, comfort food that was hot, decadent, and utterly unhealthy.I set my glass down, rolled up the sleeves of my dark dress shirt, and headed straight downstairs to the main estate kitchen.The team of professional chefs immediately straightened into panicked alignment the second I pushed through the double doors."Your Grace!" the head chef bowed hastily, clutching his apron."I'll be preparing Danny's meal tonight," I announced calmly, stepping up to the granite island.The cooks stared at me as if I had suddenly spoken in ancient Latin.One of them cautiously stepped forward, wringing his hands. "Sir... we can prepare anything you desire! Gourmet burgers, pastries, whatever the young master craves. Just give us ten minutes.""I said I'll do it myself.""But, sir—""Do I need to repeat myself?"The en
Accidentally Marked By My Mafia Stepfather Get out
Chad’s POV“GET OUT!”Danny’s sudden yell left me completely stunned. For a moment, I simply stared at him in silence, unable to believe what I had just heard.“Danny…”“Get out of my room!”His voice cracked, but the sheer, raw anger in it was unmistakable.Then I saw his face, and the breath hitched in my throat. My Omega was terrified. His eyes were red and swollen with tears, his breathing ragged as his trembling hands clutched his bump protectively under his flowing gown. He looked at me as though I were someone he needed to defend himself against, rather than the husband who had sworn to make him feel safe.My chest tightened until it physically hurt. I wanted to reach for him, to pull him against my chest and explain myself, but I knew touching him right now would only make things worse.So I swallowed the bitter words gathering in my throat, turned around, and walked out.I closed the oak door quietly behind me.Noah was standing a short distance away down the long corridor,
Accidentally Marked By My Mafia Stepfather Eleven years old
Danny's POV Chad occasionally glanced over at me, his dark eyes heavy with concern, but every time our gazes nearly met, I quickly looked away toward the tinted window. I couldn't help it. The man sitting beside me in this leather seat was my husband. The man who kissed my forehead every single morning, who gently rubbed my belly with oil when the babies kicked too hard, and who held me tight against his broad chest when nightmares woke me up crying in the middle of the night. He was also the man who had stood in that yellow-lit room and watched a woman be buried alive in concrete without so much as blinking an eye. I knew Chad was the Godfather. I knew what his dark mafia world was like. But knowing something in your head and physically witnessing it with your own two eyes were two entirely different things. "I thought you wanted them dead too," Chad finally broke the heavy silence, his deep voice low. "I did," I answered quietly. "Then what's wrong?" I stared out t
Accidentally Marked By My Mafia Stepfather Frightened
Danny’s POV I was scared. I wanted to leave. I wanted to get out of that basement right now, away from the cold, damp concrete walls, the heavy metallic smell hanging in the air, and the horrifying sight of human beings being punished in ways I had never imagined in my worst nightmares. "I'm feeling irritated," I mumbled, my voice trembling as I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. "I want to leave." Granny immediately reached out, her aged fingers wrapping around my hand with a grip surprisingly firm for her fragile frame. "No, puppy," she said smoothly, her dark eyes unblinking. "You have to watch." I turned my head to Chad, expecting him to step in, expecting him to put his arm around me and tell her that I had seen enough, that his pregnant Omega was going back upstairs. For the first time, however, my husband didn't take my side. "Listen to mother, Danny," he said calmly, his deep voice completely unbothered by Xuyi's muffled screams echoing inside the drum. "You wan
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