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I HAVE OTHER BITCHES TOO

Penulis: MAFIA FANATIC
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-20 00:15:13

(CARLTON’S POV)

The sound that comes out of Tristan isn’t human.

One moment I’m in his arms. The next I’m airborne, flung onto the bed with enough force to knock air from my lungs. Tristan soars over me, seven feet of muscle and murder and barely contained violence.

I want to lick the tattoo of ‘BUNNY’ on his v-line. His abs flex with every step, and his scorching breath washes over me. I want to fuck him and die.

“You want to know why I’m leaving?” His weight crushes down on me, pinning me.
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  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    HIS PUNISHER I

    [TRISTAN'S POV]"YOSEF!" My voice tears through the courtyard like a bullet, shoes off concrete walls, rattles the iron gates. Every man in the compound freezes: soldiers mid-stride, guards at their posts, even the fucking hounds go silent."Gde ty, suka?!" [Where are you, bitch?!]The only sound left is Carlton's boots hammering the ground behind me and his voice cutting through my rage like a blade."Tristan! Don't do something you'll regret!"Regret? I'm past regret. I'm in the territory where men burn empires and don't look back.My fists clench so hard my knuckles crack. Fresh blood from the Rusev fight seeps through the makeshift bandage on my forearm, warm and sticky. I don't slow down. Don't stop. Just march up the stairs toward Yosef's quarters like I'm walking to war.Because I am.Whiskey sloshes in my veins. Carlton's cum is still drying on my cock. His scent is all over me: sweat, sex, that clean soap smell that clings to his skin. And underneath it all, threading throu

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    EVERYTHING HE LOVES...

    [CARLTON’S POV]"Fuck!" Tristan shouts, wrapping both arms around me like a straitjacket. "Have you lost your fucking mind?!""Tell me!" I bite down on his shoulder. Hard. Taste copper and salt.He screams, actually screams, and his arms fall away.I lunge for the driver again.Everything happens at once.The driver jerks the wheel. Hard left.A truck horn blares; loud, deafening, right fucking there. Headlights flood the car interior, bright as the sun. Time slows down.The truck misses us by inches. So close I feel the displaced air rock our car. The driver's curses are swallowed by the truck's horn, still blaring as it disappears into the night.Tristan slams me down into the seat, pins me there with his full weight, one forearm across my throat.His fist comes up. Pulls back. Shaking with rage.I stare up at him. Don't flinch. Don't blink."Do it." My voice is sawdust. Raw. "What are you waiting for? Punch me, you bastard."His breathing is ragged. Harsh. Like he just ran a marath

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    TELL ME!!!

    [CARLTON’S POV]Tristan exhales against my neck, thick arms locked around me like iron. His heartbeat slams against my chest: loud, erratic, completely fucking human.Tristan doesn't fear anything. Not bullets, not blood, not death itself. But those two men—Rusev and Seo—did something to him I've never seen before.Suddenly I'm the hunter and he's the prey. Me, Carlton Dickson, standing between the most wanted man on Earth and the world trying to tear him apart.Saying he ruined my life doesn't mean shit anymore. What's the point of hating someone when you'd take a bullet for them? When you'd kill for them? When you're hard just from holding them?His grip tightens, one massive hand splayed across my lower back, the other tangled in my hair. He mutters something in Russian; low, guttural, sounds like a prayer or a curse. I don't know which. Don't care.My fingers are still numb from squeezing that Glock. I can't believe I actually did that. Pulled a gun on two professional killers. F

  • 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    HIS VERSION OF MERCY

    (YOSEF’S POV)LOCATION: MOSCOW, Courthouse. The Moscow cold bites through my hoodie, nothing like Fijidale’s mild winters. My breath clouds in front of me. I can’t feel my fingers. No rest until Tristan is found. The courthouse looks like every other: Lawyers in tuxedos, worn-out leather shoes,

    last updateTerakhir Diperbarui : 2026-03-30

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    THE FAMILIA

    (AMANDA’S POV)LOCATION: Hong Kong, China. Parties again. I hate people. Hate pretending I don’t care. Papa’s been MIA for two months. Last I heard, he was in Moscow tracking the Black Mojo. Uncle Yosef stopped answering my calls three days ago. Both Lydia and Damon. Something's wrong, but no on

    last updateTerakhir Diperbarui : 2026-03-30

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    INTERVIEW WITH ARCHDEMON

    (CARLTON’S POV)Eyes, Incandescent, like Ants crawling on my skin. Loud perfume, whiskey, and musk. Who is he?“When you’re in Rome, behave like the Romans,” Russian accent, cold and lifeless as snow. “Being the Pakhan’s cumdumpster doesn’t warrant you to sleep past ten.” My eyes flit open, lock

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  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    FALLING APART

    THE PYRAMID BROTHERHOOD, FIJIDALE. (THIRD PERSON POV—LYDIA’S HEAD)“More food!” The soldier’s plate strikes the counter with a sharp crack. “You’re slowing down, Godmother.” Lydia’s fingers tighten around the serving spoon. The urge to crack it across his skull is almost unbearable. But she’d fel

    last updateTerakhir Diperbarui : 2026-03-31
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