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REVERSE POWER PLAY

Author: MAFIA FANATIC
last update publish date: 2026-01-11 00:01:53

(TRISTAN’S POV)

My body, heart, and soul are hard.

My knuckles blanch on the bottle as the door groans on its hinges. The guards' expressions are pale as I wave them over.

“Pakhan,” their heads bow.

“Has he eaten?”

“N-No,” one stammers.

Shit.

I drink a mouthful of whiskey. “Has anyone visited him?”

Something jumps in their gaze.

“Who. Visited. Him?” I grind out each syllable. “Yosef?”

I glance over my shoulder at the iron bars.

So help me, God. Yosef, I hope you didn't do something s
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    [CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w

  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    ME AGAIN.

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  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    EVIL MOM.

    [CARLTON’S POV]My hands find her chin, slamming her back against the cot. Not beating her. Not yet. Just holding her there."Why do I feel you're lying about Father's death? If you hid your true colors all these years, what else are you hiding from me?!"Her eyes glitter. "You want to know? Ask him yourself.""No. You'd tell me all that there is or I'll—""You'd what?" She chuckles darkly. "You'd kill your own mother over a villain who gives you orgasms? Go ahead."I'm squeezing her jaw, watching her pulse flutter under pale skin, remembering every time she made me feel small. Worthless. Wrong.My breathing is ragged."You reek of him, Carlton." Her voice is conversational now. "Tobacco. Whiskey. Blood..." She inhales. "Oh my. Holy flames, is that... is that Mad Bishop's cum I smell on your breath?"Shame detonates inside me. "You fucking cunt!"I've never called her that. Never would have dared, but the word tastes right. Feels right.Her grin is all teeth. "Oh, I am that cunt who w

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  • MY TABOO STEP DADDY    YOU'RE MY KING, HUNTER.

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