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BLACK-MOJO

Author: MAFIA FANATIC
last update publish date: 2026-02-07 03:14:08
(THIRD PERSON’S POV)

Lights.

Blinding white, luminous enough to burn through shadows and make the asphalt tremble. Crows erupt from trees as motorcades pull up to the abandoned warehouse.

Cars worth more than most people’s homes. Security capable of ending small wars. Snipers. Drones overhead. Armed guards flanking every angle.

But they dare not meet in Fijidale. Never. The Usurper—Mad-Bishop—would kill them all, and the devil himself if he dared interfere. They are safer here in Westdale, fo
MAFIA FANATIC

Dear, lovely readers. Yes, It may look like I sound repititive but that's how I am, plus I never want to traumatize anybody, because you mean the world to me. I'm not a satanist, neither do I support most of the themes in this book. I'm also not wiser than all, like I said before I make mistakes. But this is dark romance, right? Yh. The chaos and darkness is neccesary. Characters will be broken by conflicts and mended by love. That's the core, isn't it? Yes. So, thank you for your understanding and commitment to "My-Taboo Step-Daddy." Pleae, commment your thoughts. I'm open to constructive criticisms from y'all. Also, if you love this book,please support this author. It goes a long way. Thank you so much.

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  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    I'M HERE, BUNNY.

    [TRISTAN’S POV]“Do you know what It means?” Rusev growls, inching closer. “No.”"Your people."“No.""Your fucking men, Tristan!" His voice cracks like a whip. “You betrayed me!” Something inside my chest splinters."That's not possible." My voice sounds hollow even to me."Then explain it." Rusev's tone is ice and rage. “I should’ve known you were a reptile. Two faced. A cold, bloody bastard. She loved you like a son, you SCUMBAG!” Seo pulls back Rusev, his hand digging into his husband’s shoulder. “Easy.” Seo’s tone is calm. “Breathe, Rus.” Rusev clutches Seo’s palm, breathing in slow, heavy exhales. “Do you know?” I rub my forehead. My hand comes away bloody from the split in my brow. "I was in Moscow. I was captured—""By the gerontophiliac, Dakor." Rusev's eyes drop to my groin. "He did you dirty, didn't he?" His gaze flicks up again. "Your daughter too. Even your pet.” Every muscle in my body goes rigid."And your men were there with you," he continues. "Am I lying, Tris

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT MEANS?

    [TRISTAN'S POV]Detectives.I fucking hate detectives.But these three? They scare the shit out of me.They're already leaning against the hood when I step out: long black coats soaked through, fedoras pulled low, shoes too polished for this muddy shithole. They look relaxed, casual, like they're waiting for a bus, not ambushing a man in the middle of nowhere.But their eyes? Their eyes are hunting.I shut the car door. Slow. Deliberate.The Bugatti's engine ticks as it cools, steam curling from under the hood. Burnt rubber hangs thick in the air from the tire I couldn't fix. Rain stopped ten minutes ago but everything's still wet: the ground, the trees, my bare fucking chest.Cold bites into my skin.Behind me, Carlton shifts in his seat. I feel his stare burning holes through the window."Stay in the car," I say without turning."I thought it was 'we' now." His voice cuts through the door, sharp with attitude.My jaw clenches. "Not this, Baby. Bratva business."He moves like he's a

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    CUM FOR ME, DADDY.

    [CARLTON'S POV]"They're heading toward us." I squeeze Tristan's thigh, feeling the muscle tense under my palm. "No, they're coming for us."He moves like a snake, Glock yanked from his waistband, barrel clicked, and loaded.Tristan shifts in his seat until his massive frame blocks me completely, then rests one hand on the door handle. Ready."No." I jerk him back hard.His weight slams into me, two hundred pounds of scarred muscle crushing my chest. Hot skin. Rain-slick. The ridge of his spine digging into my sternum.My treacherous cock hardens immediately.Fuck my life.He's shirtless. Every scar, every tattoo, every thick vein running under prison-pale skin is pressed against me. I can feel his heartbeat. Fast. Ragged. Or maybe that's mine."Baby..." His voice rolls over me like whiskey and smoke.Something drums against my arms, hard and frantic. His pulse? My pulse? I can't tell anymore because I'm hugging my father's killer from behind and my body doesn't care about that fact.

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    Who are they?

    [TRISTAN'S POV]The rain doesn't just fall. It attacks. It hammers the Bugatti's roof, drowns the gravel road in seconds, turns the lake beside the church into something violent and churning. The wind tears through the trees hard enough that branches crack and scatter across the ground. Everything smells like wet earth and gasoline and something metallic I can't place. Blood, maybe. Or just the storm eating through rust on the car's undercarriage.The front left tire is completely gone, deflated, fucked. I'm crouched in the mud, one knee sinking into cold sludge, breaker bar locked onto a lug nut that refuses to move. Rainwater runs into my mouth, my one good eye, blurs my vision until I can barely see the fucking bolt I'm trying to turn. My hands are numb. My shirt is soaked through, clinging to my chest and back like a second skin.I pull.Nothing."Tristan, what the fuck are you doing?!" Carlton's voice cuts through the storm like a blade.I don't look up."You forgot the pliers

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    ALONE IN THE RAIN.

    [DECLAN’S POV] I nod once, fair. “Nina, please.” She shakes her head, and gestures toward my stomach. "If I'm not mistaken, that's a bullet wound." “Yes, but—” "You're being hunted," she continues. "Your father and the commissioner, those aren't people we get involved with, Dec." "Nina," Bolton snaps. "That's Declan you're talking to." "I know exactly who I'm talking to." "He helped us—" "I know what he did!" Her voice rises now, sharp as steel. "He helped us with Jayden's surgery. I haven't forgotten that." "Then—" "But that doesn't mean we throw our lives away!" She scoffs. The words hit harder than they should. I shift slightly. Pain flickers through my side. I don't react. Nina reaches into her bag, pulls out crumpled notes. "I have two thousand." She steps forward, holding it out. "Take it. Find a hotel. Somewhere else." Bolton stares at her. "You're serious?" "Yes." "Nina—" "No!" She places a hand on her belly. "You think this is a joke? You thi

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    You cant stay here.

    [DECLAN’S POV]The food burns my tongue, but I don't slow down. Rice. Lamb. Something with spice that makes my eyes water.I shovel it in like I haven't eaten in days.Bolton watches from across the small table, arms folded, brow creased like he's waiting for me to choke."Slow down," he mutters. I ignore him. Take another mouthful.The lamb's overcooked. Doesn't matter. It's real food. The kind you sit down to eat. The kind you forget exists when you're tied to a chair in Moscow, wondering if the next hour's your last.My throat tightens.I reach for the gin, take a long drink. The burns going down. Good. I need that.Bolton shakes his head, tops me off without asking. "Easy.""Yeah."I don't mean it. “Oh man.” He sighs.The house is small. You feel it without trying: Two rooms. One narrow hallway. A sitting room that bleeds into the kitchen. Old couch with a spring poking through the cushion. Telly that probably works when it feels like it. Toys shoved into corners: plastic sold

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    HAUNTED BY HIM

    ONE MONTH LATER. Moscow, Russia. (TRISTAN’S POV)“STOP! STOP! Please… FUCK!” Bunny cries out as I fuck his brains out. Tears rain down his face as he bites down on my shoulder, begging me to stop. “Arrgh! I can’t feel my legs—Tristan, stop!” I wrench his head from my neck, slam him on the wall,

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-25

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    CRAVING THE FORBIDDEN

    (CARLTON’S POV)My heart blares like a subwoofer. “What did he say?” “Something about killing us,” Damon’s voice is coarse. “I think he’s taking permission from Tristan.”We’re both on our feet, backpressed against the wall. At this moment, I want it to swallow me. “You have no honor,” Yosef say

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-25

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    DEMONESS

    (AUTHOR’S POV)(DELINDA’S HEAD)Heels click against marble tiles. Delinda’s head whips toward the sound, chains rattling as she presses herself against the far wall. Who can it be? Mad-Bishop? Carlton, who abandoned her for days? Who? Delinda’s heart spasms. Can it be an executioner? Perhaps Tri

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-25

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    SHOW DADDY SOME LOVE.

    (TRISTAN’S POV) “Daddy!” “Shut up!” I shun Amanda. “You said, ‘Have some fun time, didn’t you? Did they know whose daughter you are?” The guys might combust into flames. Pale, shivering, drenched in sweat. Not gonna save you. “Fucking talk.” Amanda shoves me away. “What is wrong with you?

    last updateLast Updated : 2026-03-25
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