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2026-01-03 01:41:28
MAFIA FANATIC END OF FLASHBACK. PRESENT TIMELINE CONTINUES IN NEXT CHAPTER. HAPPY READING!!!
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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 HELP ME.
[DECLAN'S POV]The tape on my arm pulls when I move. Each step makes it worse: adhesive ripping at skin, the burn crawling up my vein like a lit fuse. By the time I reach the corner of Bridge Street, I'm hissing through my teeth. "Ah—fuck..."I press my palm flat over the spot. The IV's gone, but the skin's still angry, bruised purple, tender as a fresh wound. My body feels like I'm wearing someone else's meat.The hospital gown flaps open at the back. Wind knifes straight against my spine. I grab the sides, hold it closed, and walk faster.I shouldn't have left.That's what they'll say. What anyone sane would say.But lying there under those lights, listening to nurses whisper, hearing boots in the hallway that moved wrong too heavy, too measured, too much like men with guns—No.I wasn't fucking staying.My side pulls again. The bandage across my stomach is tight, wrapped thick, but not enough. I feel dampness underneath, not fresh blood, not like before, but not clean either.Half
MY TABOO STEP DADDY I LOVE YOU.
[TRISTAN'S POV]I slam the door shut and settle into the backseat of my Buggatti. No driver. No security. Just us, the night, and the tension crackling between us like a live wire.Bunny sits beside me, one thigh draped over my lap, eyes glazed with lust. He's staring like he's already drunk on me.I grip his hip, breathing ragged. "I said I want to touch you properly.""No." He shakes his head, uncertain. "That… that wasn't the plan."My jaw grinds, the ache in my cock turning unbearable. "You followed me.""No.""Don't pretend." I grab the back of his head. "Even Damon saw through it. Let's—"He tears my grip away. "Fuck?! Kiss again?! Choke me to death this time?!""We're going to die anyway." I rasp, glancing at the bulge straining my pants, then back at him. I must look pathetic. "If I'm not inside you right now, I'll die—and you'll die too, from the heartbreak of being apart. Please, Bunny. Don't take that risk."His eyes water. "I'm still sore from Moscow. I can't—""No." My vo
MY TABOO STEP DADDY THE CHURCH II
[CARLTON’S POV]He doesn't answer immediately. His jaw tightens just slightly. "God stopped answering."My ribs feel tight."He let my sister die." Tristan says it like he's stating a fact. The sky is blue. Water is wet. God abandoned him.I don't know what to say to that."So I stopped waiting for him."“And became this?" I gesture at him.He glares at me. "No."A pause. "I became the devil."The way he says it isn't dramatic. It's just… fact. "God can go fuck himself."The words land heavy in the quiet church.I swallow the lump in my throat. "Who gave you that name?"His brows furrow. "Mad Bishop?"“Yes.”He nods once. "Yosef."Jealousy flares, sharp and unwelcome. I hate that I feel it. Hate more that he sees it.His mouth curves. Of course he noticed. Again. "Jealous?""Of your archdemon? Never." The lie tastes bitter.He steps closer. Close enough that I catch it again: that mix of whiskey and smoke and something clean underneath. Something that's just him."I only have eyes
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
Última atualização : 2026-03-17MY TABOO STEP DADDY IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS?
(CARLTON’S POV) Who the fuck does he think he is to talk to me like that?I took their Pakhan’s eye. Shouldn’t he fear me now? “One of the perks of being my friend is that I’ll always rub it in your face, whether you like it or not.” Damon’s lips purse. “The same you do to me.” “Same way?” I hu
Última atualização : 2026-03-25MY 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,
Última atualização : 2026-03-25MY 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
Última atualização : 2026-03-25
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