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CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO
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Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER EIGHTY
Chapter 80 – Below the CityThe drop wasn’t fast.That’s what made it worse.If the floor had given way and sent us plummeting, my body would’ve reacted. Braced. Fought gravity. Chosen panic.Instead, the descent was smooth. Controlled. Engineered.The kind of movement designed by people who never rush.The corridor walls remained white and seamless. No visible seams. No exposed wiring. No security cameras in sight.Which meant they were there.Just not for me to see.The man stood three feet ahead of me, hands folded loosely behind his back, like we were walking into a board meeting instead of beneath a city that just tried to erase me.“How deep?” I asked.“Deep enough,” he replied.“That’s not a number.”“It’s not meant to be.”The floor slowed.Stopped.A quiet click.Then the wall in front of us dissolved into transparency, revealing a wide subterranean platform.Tracks ran through the center.Not old rail.Magnetic.A transport system built for silence.A train waited.Sleek. Da
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE
Chapter 79 – TransferThe darkness wasn’t natural.Cities don’t go dark like that.Even during outages, there’s bleed—backup grids, emergency strips, distant traffic glow. There’s always something.This was surgical.The kind of blackout that has intent.My ears were still ringing when the first sound returned—a faint mechanical hum somewhere deep in the warehouse.Not above.Not outside.Below.The woman grabbed my collar and dragged me behind an overturned steel desk as emergency strips flickered back to life along the far wall.Dim. Red.Backup system.But not ours.The armored figures were still standing where they’d been when the pulse hit.Frozen.Mid-motion.Like statues.The man near the SUV lowered his hand slowly, staring at them.“That wasn’t scheduled,” he said quietly.His voice had changed.Not controlled anymore.Tight.“You lost control,” the woman muttered.He ignored her.One of the armored figures twitched.Just slightly.Then collapsed.No dramatic fall. Just power
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT
Chapter 78 – When the Door LiftsThe warehouse door didn’t just open.It rose slowly — deliberate, mechanical, unapologetic.The grinding metal echoed through the concrete space like a countdown.No one in the room moved at first.The woman in the driver’s seat didn’t reach for a weapon.She didn’t curse.She didn’t even look surprised.She just watched.Which meant this wasn’t unexpected.It was inevitable.Cold night air poured in under the widening gap. The outside streetlights cut thin bars of orange across the warehouse floor.I turned slightly, positioning myself behind the car door without making it obvious.“If this is part of the plan,” I said quietly, “you should probably tell me.”“It’s not,” she replied.That was honest.The door rose high enough to reveal tires first.Black.Large.Government issue? Hard to tell from rubber alone.Then the grill.Then the windshield.No sirens.No lights.Just quiet authority.The vehicle stopped halfway inside the threshold.Didn’t advan
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN
Chapter 77 – The Alley Doesn’t LieThe back door didn’t creak.That’s what I remember most.It should have creaked. Every coffee shop back door in every crime movie creaks.This one opened smooth and silent like it had been oiled yesterday.Which meant someone expected it to be used.Cold air hit my face.The alley was narrow, brick on both sides, trash bins lined up like silent witnesses. A single streetlamp flickered at the far end.Behind me—“Federal agents. Open the door.”Reeves didn’t answer.Good.I stepped out and let the door fall shut behind me.No slam.No announcement.Just movement.I didn’t run.Running makes noise. Noise draws eyes. Eyes report.I walked fast. Controlled. Purposeful.Halfway down the alley, headlights flared across the brick wall ahead.Too bright.Too close.A black SUV rolled past the alley entrance slowly. Not police marked. Not government plates.Tinted windows.Hunting speed.They weren’t just sweeping the front.They were sealing exits.I stepped
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX
Chapter 76 – Terms and ConditionsThe message stayed on my screen long enough for me to memorize it.We need to meet. Alone.No greeting. No signature. Just the number I now knew belonged to Assistant U.S. Attorney Daniel Reeves.The same man who had supposedly been “moving carefully.”The same man who had told me to stay quiet.The same man who somehow knew exactly when to send federal agents to my mother’s house.Coincidence doesn’t move with that kind of timing.The hallway buzzed with controlled chaos. Officers speaking into radios. One of them closing the crawl space panel with a flat, decisive shove. My mother was being gently escorted downstairs to give a statement.And I was being watched.Not aggressively.But carefully.One agent lingered near the top of the stairs, pretending not to stare.Protective custody.Right.I typed back before I could overthink it.You just sent agents to my house.The reply came almost instantly.Not mine.That stopped me.I stared at the screen.
Desired by My Stepdad and His Sons CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE
Chapter 75 – The Sound Between HeartbeatsI didn’t breathe.Not fully.Not until I heard it again.A faint shift. Wood settling. Or a shoe against old flooring.My mother was standing beside me. The front door was still open. Cold air drifting in.Which meant whoever made that sound was upstairs.Inside.My brain tried to rationalize it.Old houses make noise.Pressure changes.Adrenaline exaggerates everything.But adrenaline doesn’t create footsteps.I closed the front door slowly. Quietly.“Stay here,” I whispered.My mother’s expression hardened. “Absolutely not.”I didn’t argue. There wasn’t time.I reached into my jacket pocket, not for the drive—but for my phone.Flashlight on.No police call. Not yet.If this was intimidation, involving uniforms would escalate it. And whoever had been bold enough to move early tonight wasn’t playing small.Another soft thud.From the hallway upstairs.Deliberate.They wanted us to know.My pulse steadied instead of racing.Fear sharpens some p
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