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MY TABOO STEP DADDY FLASHBACK 33
[TRISTAN'S POV] Alexei brings her inside before Carlton even finishes undressing. "She was watching," he says simply, depositing an unconscious Selene on the couch like she's a sack of flour. Alexei is one of my most trusted men—ex-Spetsnaz, completely without conscience or moral framework. Perfect for this kind of work. "How long?" I ask. "Fifteen minutes. Maybe twenty. She was calling for backup when I took her." "Can you stop that?" "Already done," Alexei says. "Spoofed the signal, made it look like a system malfunction. They'll think she lost connection." I nod once—just once—and Alexei understands. He leaves to prepare the injection, heading toward the back room where I keep my supplies. Selene will wake up in about six hours with no memory of anything after she started surveillance. The neurological poison is calibrated specifically for that—complete blackout of the incident without any lasting damage. It's beautiful work, really. The kind of thing that separates
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[TRISTAN'S POV]The cottage is forty minutes away from the city, nestled in a secluded area where the only neighbors are trees and silence. It's one of my many properties; registered under a company shell, untraceable to my actual name. The kind of place where a man can bring a lover and not worry about the world intruding.Except the world is intruding in the form of Carlton's best friend, who is currently crouched behind a line of hedges with binoculars and a police academy ID that gives her just enough authority to think she has the right to surveil private property.I see her before we even arrive.From the car, I spot the slight glint of her binocular lenses catching the afternoon sun. She's positioned herself perfectly—close enough to see inside if the curtains are open, far enough away that she thinks no one will notice her. It's impressive work, actually. Professional. And it means Selene is exactly the kind of threat I've been training for my entire adult life."We're here,
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[TRISTAN'S POV]Carlton sleeps like the dead—deep, dreamless sleep that only comes when the body finally accepts defeat. His chest rises and falls against mine, his breathing steady, his face peaceful in a way it hasn't been since I took him from that church. For a moment, I allow myself to exist in this space with him. No pretense. No performance.Just two people tangled together in Egyptian cotton sheets with the city bleeding gold and purple through floor-to-ceiling windows.I trace the line of his collarbone with my finger, careful not to wake him, and I think about what I've done. Not the violence, that's always been easy. But this. The complication of caring about someone while simultaneously destroying their understanding of reality.This is the part that requires more skill than any blade.His body is covered in marks—my marks. Hickeys on his neck and chest, red welts on his shoulders from where his fingernails dug in. Physical evidence that he's mine, that I've claimed him i
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[TRISTAN'S POV]The safehouse is forty minutes away from the school, located in an industrial district that's been slowly dying for the past decade. Warehouses with broken windows, factories that haven't run in years, streets empty enough that no one notices when I drive through with an unconscious police officer in my backseat and a young man who looks like he's about to have a complete psychological breakdown.Carlton hasn't spoken since we left the parking lot. He's just sitting there, staring out the window at nothing, his hands clenched so tightly in his lap that his knuckles are white. I can see the shock working its way through his system, the way his mind is trying to reconcile the man he thought he knew with the reality of what I actually am.This is the part I hate. Not the violence. Not the necessity of eliminating threats. But this moment right here, when someone you care about realizes you're not who they thought you were.Though 'care about' is perhaps too soft a descri
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[TRISTAN'S POV]The safehouse is forty minutes away from the school, located in an industrial district that's been slowly dying for the past decade. Warehouses with broken windows, factories that haven't run in years, streets empty enough that no one notices when I drive through with an unconscious police officer in my backseat and a young man who looks like he's about to have a complete psychological breakdown.Carlton hasn't spoken since we left the parking lot. He's just sitting there, staring out the window at nothing, his hands clenched so tightly in his lap that his knuckles are white. I can see the shock working its way through his system, the way his mind is trying to reconcile the man he thought he knew with the reality of what I actually am.This is the part I hate. Not the violence. Not the necessity of eliminating threats. But this moment right here, when someone you care about realizes you're not who they thought you were.Though 'care about' is perhaps too soft a descri
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[TRISTAN’S POV]"Who the fuck—" Carlton starts, his voice rising, but I'm already moving, already pulling out, already reaching for my pants.KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.Harder this time."Police," a voice calls from outside the window. "Open up. Now.""No. No, GOD please." Carlton's face goes white. His eyes are wide with panic, and he's scrambling to cover himself, to find his shirt, to make himself look like he hasn't just been getting fucked three seconds ago. "What... what do we do? Tristan, a cop's behind us, do something!!!" "I'm thinking, Baby." I sniff, rubbing my beards. "Think faster." Carlton snaps. "You've fucked me in the backseat of your car. You dammed self-control. We're screwed.""We're not." My nostrils flare. "It's just the police. Chill. I've got this.""Yeah, I see that." The sarcasm in his voice could cut glass. "I see the fucking seatbelt beside you and the wheel inches away from your grip. So what do we do? Run like cowards and pray they dont trace us? Or surrender?
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